12/15/2021
“His voice was always seeing things. That’s the plainest way I can put it. His poems brim with seen things—cypress trees, beach towels, cups of coffee, rain. And the organ that does the seeing is, somehow, the spell-casting voice, but also the naked eye—the sensory, not to mention sensual, organ of Angel’s poetry.”
Audrey Hackett (MFA ’19) on her appreciation of Ralph Angel, a piece written a couple of months after his death, immersed in his poetry and sifting through memories of his brilliant teaching, for the November issue of Writer's Chronicle.
Image Accessibility: an image of the writer Audrey Hackett.
