Whit Griffin

We Who Saw Everything Whit Griffin

Poetry. Imagine this dense, long poem is a cube with eight faces. ... The surfaces are covered with details, the accumulation of which creates the cube's interiority, its density. Or densities. These tracings are actually experiences, voices, and what they say thickens the cube's unseen yet palpable insides. Unknown, but not unfelt. The dynamic is the opposite of narrative, rather than patterns of accumulation and release, here we have accumulation and retention, nothing is let go of.--Thomas Meyer