This post was written by Kaitlyn Dryer, managing editor of this year’s Epic.
Your mom likes poetry.
As do I. And hopefully you, since you’re reading what I have to say about it.
There’s an interesting divide among poets who love complicated words for their linguistic value and poets who become quickly fed up with words that seem unnecessarily complex or obscure for their imagistic purpose. I fall into the second category. Roddy Lumsden, on the other hand, has splendiferously excellent taste for intense vocabulary.
Don’t get me wrong, I love his humor in describing yeast, the way he brings it to life. His over-the-top attitude contributes to that effect. But “quickly sate, birthing wanderlusting vigors” is a bit much for me. Lumsden has a series of lively ing’s going – itching, flinching, squirming, juddering – and I appreciate them and their movement. Thankfully, Lumsden knows full well what he’s doing and is using the language for color and comedic effect, not merely to impress. He brews a “queasy tea”, to my tastes, but I can see what Poetry saw in it.