Become a Name
Laura Goode

Become a Name cuts the plangency of Tennyson’s Ulysses with Penelope’s bold spice: ‘I sunk like loot, / Strewing the salt meniscus with my dross.’ Goode bears her heart here, full as it is of imperfect yearning and jagged music.

‘This collection possesses the fugitive elegance of all well-behaved rebels who know how to breach the pattern from within it, who rename themselves again and again, against the myth of finitude.’

—Harmony Holiday