When I read Scott Sickles "Cathedrals (a monologue)", I was reminded of the great 20th Century confessional poetry of Sylvia Plath, Robert Lowell and Robert Creeley - a work that wraps itself like a tentacle around the heart and mind - yet, unlike those writers, avoids the abyss. Which is to say that there is the faint grace note of hope within this work. This is a monologue to be read, performed, and kept - to be read again.
When I read Scott Sickles "Cathedrals (a monologue)", I was reminded of the great 20th Century confessional poetry of Sylvia Plath, Robert Lowell and Robert Creeley - a work that wraps itself like a tentacle around the heart and mind - yet, unlike those writers, avoids the abyss. Which is to say that there is the faint grace note of hope within this work. This is a monologue to be read, performed, and kept - to be read again.