I recently finished Mark Doty‘s School of the Arts, a wonderful book of poems by a poet who will soon be teaching at Rutgers. (Picture at right from Doty’s Web site, is of a reading in New York in 2006.)
The book is a meditation on change — on the movements of history, on aging, on death. It is a book awash in images of altered architecture, of finality, and full of unanswered questions:
Which is worse, decay or restoration
that turns the past to a model of itself,
out of scale, new materials gleaming?
he writes in the title poem, questioning not just gentrification and preservation efforts — though they are the nominal peg — but our own penchant for myth making, for sentimental revision.