A menagerie of cats, snails, flies, bees, and other creatures fills these poems, acting simultaneously as heralds bearing news and scavengers feasting on our bodies. In “ Blizzard” (Farrar, Straus & Giroux), the tenth book of poems by Henri Cole, ordinary life shares a plane with the eerie, the uncanny, and the berserk. The crumpled cardboard glasses are in a drawer someplace.
Soon, the estrangement itself came to seem banal. I could make domestic life temporarily thrilling or scary, then reverse the current and make it humdrum again. In the chintzy transformations of augmented reality, our children became insects, foxes, muffins.
“Look at that!” you would exclaim, pointing at a pile of laundry. During the winter of 2016, after the Times sent out disposable virtual-reality headsets to its subscribers, the rooms of our house filled up with animated beasts and haunted dolls.
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