Waiting for the Paraclete
Waiting for the Paraclete
Beacon Press (MA), Paperback, 9780807068670, 66pp.
Publication Date: April 18, 2002
The people in Lise Goett's stunning collection are waiting-restlessly, blindly, hopefully-for the one who gives succor, the Paraclete of the title. With a vision both expansive and acute, Goett takes in everything from a fishing accident in Wisconsin to a butcher's stall in Paris and even the life and death of Gary Gilmore, to focus with a rare combination of emotional exactitude and music on the forces that govern the world of the flesh as it transforms into the world of the spirit.
Carol Frost was born in 1948 in Lowell, Massachusetts, and as a child spent a year in her mother's hometown of Vienna, so German was the first language she spoke. She studied at the Sorbonne and earned degrees from the SUNY - Oneonta and Syracuse University. The author of eleven previous books of poetry, most recently The Queen's Desertion and Honeycomb (both Northwestern University Press, 2006 and 2010). She holds an endowed chair of English at Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida.
Lise Goett's poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including the Paris Review, Ploughshares, and the Antioch Review. She lives in Taos, New Mexico, and northern California.
This exemplary first collection is the lyric record of a contemplative spirit's going-forth, of her soul's discernment, the experience of personal and intimate communion, erotic passion and divine mystery, corporeal hunger and 'naught else but yearning' for the mysterium tremendum. There is a radiance about these poems, and a supplicant's willingness to lay bare the desire enshrined in her very selfhood. For this poet, music is the soul's correlative, the sheath that allows the journey to be borne. --Carolyn Forché
"This new poet relies on the telling of drastic things, even joy, even assent. She trusts to what the French call histoires, meaning trouble, meaning lies, meaning truth. For story organizes our mind and what faith we have: narrative is the final governance-as in these patient, swift poems--of the merest lyric cry. Just consider how Lise Goett begins a poem: 'Look up. Your life is suddenly ending-' and even more potently, how she ends one:’ . . . until something happens,/until a river runs through the house/and washes everything away:/then in the morning we'll rise, we'll begin,/to build our Babel again.’ Poetic authority (as juridical, psychiatric, dramatic) is in the tale-bearing. Lise Goett is speaking for her life, and we are compelled to listen-she is a Scheherazade of the spirit." --Richard Howard