Temporary Beast

Interrogations, self-interrogations, examinations, cross-examinations, evocations--all these

modes participate in these poems that actively refuse definition, since the poet, Joanna Solfrian, is in

pursuit of her conscience, the one that asks about being alive, being dead, being a mother, being a

tree. I could say, ＂You name it,＂ but she does in her distinctly marvelous, nodding-to-Lorca fashion,

truly keeping the reader on metaphorical yet actual toes, reveling (perhaps the most crucial word) in

the powers of imagination that adhere to genuine poetry.--Baron Wormser, author of The History

Hotel

Joanna Solfrian’s Temporary Beast shows a high mastery of surprising images and insights in poem

after poem. A sharp, enviable intelligence permeates all her lines; the poems push into the mysteries

of earthly and mystical love, but adhere to a rubric of recognition: the self in the feminine, the self in

the gravitational force of experience, and the self of possession and obsession. The speaker has an

affectionate temperament in the book that is very generous, and as Allen Grossman said, these are

poems about ＂something the way a cat is about the house.＂ Solfrian’s poems have an inherent

strangeness and joy that demand multiple readings.--Sean Singer, author of Today in the Taxi

Formally dexterous and subtly wise, Joanna Solfrian’s Temporary Beast offers more than temporary

pleasure for both the mind and the heart. ＂Buried in these words are instructions for weeping,＂

Solfrian writes, and yes, this is true, but this book also contains instructions for so much else: how to

locate the divine & hold a flute; how to tend to a spouse, love a child, grieve a parent; how to delight

in a lover’s armpit & run topless through a cornfield. I’m enamored with Solfrian’s dedication to the

pen and her keen insight into how--by letting that pen move across the page--we gain access to a

deeper, truer world.--Nicole Callihan, author of This Strange Garment