Satan Says

I was introduced to Sharon Olds' poetry by her poem about birth, "The Language of the Brag". After reading her magnficent retort in the last verse to Whitman and Ginsberg, "I have done what you wanted to do Walt Whitman, Allen Ginsberg, I have done this thing, I and the other women this exceptional act with the exceptional heroic body, this giving birth, this glistening verb, and I am putting my proud American boast right here with the others," I was a true fan of her honest, heartfelt poems. She writes what every woman thinks but cannot or will not put into words on paper. I'm reminded of the quote my Muriel Rukeyser: "What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open." Sharon Olds' poems rip us open. They tear at our very being, but most of all, they tell one woman's truth, which becomes every woman's truth. We are taught to be polite, don't make waves, fit in...but Ms. Olds banishes the old stereotypes and pours the very blood in her heart out onto the paper over her words and splits the myths and fallacies wide open. Do not read this book if you're expecting flowery verse. It's for people willing to have their soul and spirit touched and changed----for the better.

I had a friend read another collection of Sharon Olds poems and then told me, "I tried to read it at work, but I couldn't because all the poems were about sex! Not just a few, but all of them!" My friend was right, in a way. (And, in case you're wondering, I tried to warn her.) Most of the poems that Sharon Olds writes have something to do with sex. But I think it's more like these poems look at everything through the lens of sexuality rather than simply being sex-obsessed. I have both a praise and a warning about these poems. The amazing thing beyond the skill with which Sharon Olds crafts her poetry and the power of the images she uses is her ability to look at things that the rest of us close our eyes to or else just never ever talk about. She is able to write poetry about the sexuality of her parents and theirs and the sexuality of her children as well. I can understand how for some people this can be very disconcerting. Sharon Olds walks through important societal taboos as if they simply didn't exist. But it doesn't seem to me to be simply about the shock value. It's just the lens that she uses to make sense of things. She uses it very well.

"Satan Says" is the first collection of Olds' poetry which I have read (although I've come across her poems once or twice in anthologies). I found the poems in "Satan Says" to be not only startling and brutally honest, but beautifully crafted as well. Her work reminded me greatly of Marie Howe, another female poet writing on (among other things) the body's oft-ignored sensuality even in the face of an abusive world (or family). Her poems seem to fuse the simple craftsmanship and observational talents of haiku with the frankness of Anne Sexton, giving us a treatise as much related to the body, childbirth, sexuality, dying, and aggression as to metaphysics. Genuine and powerful, highly recommended!

This collection handles even the most disturbing personal matters in ways which are both accessible and enlightening to the reader. As human and inspired as her later books.

This is a brilliant, sad and utterly endearing first collection of poetry by one of North America's most amazing and blistering narrative poets. Michael Ondaatje says, "Sharon Olds's poems are pure fire in the hands--risky, on the verge of falling, and in the end leaping up. I love the roughness and humor and brag and tenderness and completion in her work as she carries the reader through rooms of passion and loss." --look also at Gary Short's "Flying Over Sonny Liston"--wonderful boyhood poems set against a flat Nevada landscape--