The Queen of the Hair Poets & The Composition of Collapse

I’ve been thinking about Lucie Brock-Broido a lot this week, about seeing her read & speak at a conference at Barnard in the late 90s. About how she joked about being a hair poet & about how she could only write during hunting season. The first line of this, the first section of a longer poem, is stolen from an interview with her, speaking to that hunting season of writing. Reading it tonight at Alexis Granwell’s excellent poetry event, surrounded by lovely people & a very cool art installation at Tiger Strikes Asteroid, I thought of her again, Queen of the Hair Poets.