LABA Fellow 2014-2015

Doctor Caliban’s educated and knows what it takes to seem refined, but at heart he’s the brute we know from The Tempest and a secret animist. He’s reached a reflective phase and is gathering material. The poems are like postcards written to figures from his past—Prospero, old lovers, a wife—and they use the doctor’s memories, confabulations, and scenes that might have been glimpsed through windows at night. In fact, while he seems to confess that he’s a peeping Tom, that might be another one of the fictions by which he leads us around the fiction of his nature.

Two Doctor Caliban poems

 

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