{"id":14097,"date":"2017-05-23T09:15:01","date_gmt":"2017-05-23T16:15:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/?p=14097"},"modified":"2017-05-23T09:16:40","modified_gmt":"2017-05-23T16:16:40","slug":"lorna-croziers-new-poetry-collection-captures-realities-of-aging-and-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/2017\/05\/23\/lorna-croziers-new-poetry-collection-captures-realities-of-aging-and-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"Lorna Crozier\u2019s new poetry collection captures realities of aging and grief"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Lorna-Crozier-What-the-Soul-Doesnt-Want-cover.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-14098\" src=\"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Lorna-Crozier-What-the-Soul-Doesnt-Want-cover-183x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"183\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Lorna-Crozier-What-the-Soul-Doesnt-Want-cover-183x300.jpg 183w, https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Lorna-Crozier-What-the-Soul-Doesnt-Want-cover-300x491.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Lorna-Crozier-What-the-Soul-Doesnt-Want-cover-180x295.jpg 180w, https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/Lorna-Crozier-What-the-Soul-Doesnt-Want-cover.jpg 396w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 183px) 100vw, 183px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Good poetry always makes me question the hardest elements of being alive. The difference between reading poetry and sitting through a hard counselling session is simple: the words are painted on the page in such a way that no matter how hard they make me cringe in an introspective, damn-I-wish-that-came-from-my-brain-first kind of way, I always want more of them.<\/p>\n<p>Local poet Lorna Crozier\u2019s new collection <em>What the Soul Doesn\u2019t Want<\/em> is no exception to that wistful plethora of feelings. She does exactly what the title promises: captures the sensations around grief, loss, the effects of time, and the general disposability of humans (or, as she says in \u201cTime Studies,\u201d \u201cGod draws a life then rubs it out\/with the eraser on his pencil. It smears but does its job\u201d). She says this in a way that makes a thought that\u2019s dark and decaying yet freeing.<\/p>\n<p>The poems in Crozier\u2019s latest collection\u2014which is her 17th\u2014will ignite a selfless curiosity in the young parent, will bring about a second hunger for life in the aging retiree; they\u2019ll have some kind of impact on the reader, wherever they fall on that spectrum. Each and every word Crozier writes has a sharp, darkening edge to it, but in the shadows of those words lay empathy and understanding that will keep the loneliest of readers afloat in a literary cocoon late into the night.<\/p>\n<p>Some of the poems were, at first read, a tad too abstract, but even then, Crozier let her creativity prevail; I don\u2019t have to understand it all objectively because each poem is crafted in such a way that the reader will feel it was written solely for them, when they needed it.<\/p>\n<p><em>What the Soul Doesn\u2019t Want <\/em>book launch<br \/>\n7 pm Tuesday, May 30<br \/>\nFree, Munro\u2019s Books<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/munrobooks.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">munrobooks.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Good poetry always makes me question the hardest elements of being alive. The difference between reading poetry and sitting through a hard counselling session is simple: the words are painted on the page in such a way that no matter how hard they make me cringe in an introspective, damn-I-wish-that-came-from-my-brain-first kind of way, I always [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":14098,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14097","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-webexclusive"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14097","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14097"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14097\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14099,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14097\/revisions\/14099"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/14098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14097"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14097"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14097"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}