Hull, Lynda 1994
Wednesday, February 9, 1994
with John Dickson
with John Dickson
Close my eyes and I’m a vessel. Make it
some lucent amphora, Venetian blue, lip circled
in faded gold. Can you see the whorls of breath,
imperfections, the navel where it was blown
from the maker’s pipe, can you see it drawn…
– Lynda Hull, “Rivers into Seas”
Read an article about Lynda Hull from Cerise Press:
Cerise Press › Making History Bearable: Lynda Hull and Reading Newark
Making History Bearable: Lynda Hull and Reading Newark Better this immersion than to live untouched. – Lynda Hull, “Frugal Repasts” If poetry is not absolution, we can expect pity from nowhere else. Lynda Hull’s love of beauty was so intense that she could risk her life to achieve it.
