Both, Apollo

“‘And either my logic is valid and this world is a duplex,’ writes Wilson in her chapbook, Both, Apollo. In Wilson's world, the illogical is the logical and the result is a book of possibilities. In Both, Apollo, the ‘butterflies are pornographic’ and a ‘green dress’ is compared to a ‘great gymnast.’ What fun to read these poems line by line and not know what to expect next. Like the speaker, ‘I find myself in this/gray town where all is possible drawn to/its uncoupled logic.’ Here is a new voice of surprise and I look forward to all of Wilson's future possibilities.” -- Victoria Chang, author of Obit
“In these spare poems, an askew logic comes into view to test our reason and perceptual resources, perhaps answering a question posed by Apollo about either and or. Number and gender are only two places of disturbance; sometimes the subject simply slips from its object, and just there, at that warp, Eros arrives, wearing a doubting lyrical mask. The world resists full knowledge of the world, and so a new grammar is needed, in obeisance and gratitude for the inexhaustible resources of the human imagined. In Both, Apollo, Wilson has given us just what we need: poems of wit and rueful hope, discovered in the ruined new real of our time. The fallout is almost a praise poem.” -- Ann Lauterbach, author of Spell