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Leaning toward Emily Dickinson's advice to tell it slant, the poems in Betty Adcock's SLANTWISE approach our losses, including such disasters as September 11 and the crash of the space shuttle Columbia, through happenings outside the public viewasides, as it were, from the primary moment. The title faintly echoes American slang, as in "wisecrack," which might be applied to poems here that skewer literary critics, human self-regard, and the poet herself. Reflecting also the folk speech of Adcock's native East Texas, where much of her work has been set, the title suggests a middle way among images of rising and falling, tropes that can confound the directions of grief and praise. From the strangely epic fall of one longleaf pine needle in deep woods to the widening contexts of the Twin Towers' collapse and a spacecraft's deadly descent, these poems mourn, celebrate, rage, and remember. SLANTWISE fulfills the hope Adcock once expressed: "to tell the truth and find that it is music."
