About Virology
“What will you teach us, O Plague?” is the central question in VIROLOGY. In the first year of the COVID-19 pandemic, each day offered up startling revelations of science and society. We learned that we can harm and be harmed by what we cannot see and what we choose not to see; that the world is made of worlds. We learned about connection and separation; that we live and dream in interdependent spheres; that what is peripheral can become central. These are poems of paying attention within a shifting landscape that asks us, Who are you? Who are you today? Lifting up the definition of a virus as an “organism on the edge of life,” this collection leads us to wonder, What else lives on life’s edge? How can an examination of the edges bring us closer to an understanding of the heart?
Praise for Virology
These poems are serious the way flowers are. They build from an inner sensitivity to measurements, unrealized forms, to what it is that lies under the limits and expand what it is we can touch and see. I found much pleasure in sitting back with them, with analyzing and holding them at a distance so I could see what they had made of themselves. Out of sickness (o rose) into health.
—Fanny Howe, author of Manimal Woe and Love and I
This is a work that demands that we be as present within its pages as we are within our waking reality. It brings together a certain kind of mythic and tale within tight verse enclosed within a depth of language. Science and reality, especially within our now, does not always feel intimate, and yet, Virology makes this possible in immersive ways.
—Shanta Lee Gander, author of GHETTOCLAUSTROPHOBIA: Dreamin of Mama While Trying to Speak Woman in Woke Tongues and Black Metamorphoses
Available from Lily Poetry Review Books
“What will you teach us, O Plague?” is the central question in VIROLOGY. In the first year of the COVID-19 pandemic, each day offered up startling revelations of science and society. We learned that we can harm and be harmed by what we cannot see and what we choose not to see; that the world is made of worlds. We learned about connection and separation; that we live and dream in interdependent spheres; that what is peripheral can become central. These are poems of paying attention within a shifting landscape that asks us, Who are you? Who are you today? Lifting up the definition of a virus as an “organism on the edge of life,” this collection leads us to wonder, What else lives on life’s edge? How can an examination of the edges bring us closer to an understanding of the heart?
Praise for Virology
These poems are serious the way flowers are. They build from an inner sensitivity to measurements, unrealized forms, to what it is that lies under the limits and expand what it is we can touch and see. I found much pleasure in sitting back with them, with analyzing and holding them at a distance so I could see what they had made of themselves. Out of sickness (o rose) into health.
—Fanny Howe, author of Manimal Woe and Love and I
This is a work that demands that we be as present within its pages as we are within our waking reality. It brings together a certain kind of mythic and tale within tight verse enclosed within a depth of language. Science and reality, especially within our now, does not always feel intimate, and yet, Virology makes this possible in immersive ways.
—Shanta Lee Gander, author of GHETTOCLAUSTROPHOBIA: Dreamin of Mama While Trying to Speak Woman in Woke Tongues and Black Metamorphoses
Available from Lily Poetry Review Books
Lily Poetry Review Books, 2021
About / klaʊdz /
The making of meaning from ephemera is a deeply human activity. The poems in this collection arise from this impulse. The title / klaʊdz / is the phonetic transcription of ‘clouds’— the symbols indicate how to pronounce the word. Like clouds, sounds are re-combinable elements with shifting meanings and outcomes both consequential and transient, as well as subject to randomness and governed by physics. Each poem plays with its subject— roams within its confines and pushes against (sometimes through) the walls of its meanings. The topics range from the concrete— “hive,” “camisole,” “lantern”— to the abstract— “resurrection,” “absence,” “derivation.”
Praise for / klaʊdz /
Each poem in Mary Buchinger’s / klaʊdz /, is a meditation in which shapes of thought enter the mind and then recede— as if gazing at a solitary cloud forming into an image always a breath away from dissolving. These wondrously challenging poems are definitional yet amorphous, terse, yet expansive. They are stunning helixes of sound and language twisting together and scattering, thinning and thickening like a congregation of starlings. And like starlings, they are eerily beautiful— and in flight.
--Regie O'Hare Gibson, author of Storms Beneath The Skin
Available from Lily Poetry Review Books
The making of meaning from ephemera is a deeply human activity. The poems in this collection arise from this impulse. The title / klaʊdz / is the phonetic transcription of ‘clouds’— the symbols indicate how to pronounce the word. Like clouds, sounds are re-combinable elements with shifting meanings and outcomes both consequential and transient, as well as subject to randomness and governed by physics. Each poem plays with its subject— roams within its confines and pushes against (sometimes through) the walls of its meanings. The topics range from the concrete— “hive,” “camisole,” “lantern”— to the abstract— “resurrection,” “absence,” “derivation.”
Praise for / klaʊdz /
Each poem in Mary Buchinger’s / klaʊdz /, is a meditation in which shapes of thought enter the mind and then recede— as if gazing at a solitary cloud forming into an image always a breath away from dissolving. These wondrously challenging poems are definitional yet amorphous, terse, yet expansive. They are stunning helixes of sound and language twisting together and scattering, thinning and thickening like a congregation of starlings. And like starlings, they are eerily beautiful— and in flight.
--Regie O'Hare Gibson, author of Storms Beneath The Skin
Available from Lily Poetry Review Books
Main Street Rag Press, 2018; ISBN: 9781599486772
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Praise for e i n f ü h l u n g/in feeling Gathered under the transcontinental title einfühlung/in feeling, these poems serve as attestations to borders crossed, to exterior and interior landscapes spanned... Mary Buchinger is a dauntless traveler, unearthing extraordinary narratives buried deep within these terrains... —Danielle Legros Georges, Poet Laureate, City of Boston, author of the Dear Remote Nearness of You I/ too am nothing/ but an ecstasy made/ of webs, writes Mary Buchinger, and the poems in einfühlung/ in feelingexplore the delicate filaments that connect the past to the present, the self to the world. These poems grapple with the complexities of empathy and the realization that there is no recipe for transcendence... —Ben Berman, author of Figuring in the Figure Available from the author. Email mbuchingerbodwell@gmail.com |
Gold Wake Collective, 2015, ISBN: 9780692341926
Praise for Aerialist
Two of my favorite poems in Aerialist are “The First Foundation,” in which the poet-as-child hides under a barn “with all
that weight above pinning me down,” and “Airborne,” in which her grandmother is swept into flight by a gust of wind. Buchinger maintains this metaphysical balance throughout the book, with poems both airy and grounded, introspective and outward-looking. In Aerialist we find a writer very conscious of the world’s painful balances, “the gorgeousness at the very surface of the blank and terrible,” yet Buchinger, like her subway aerialist, sets out to “compose faith from the grey everyday…” and in these beautiful poems she succeeds.
—Susan Donnelly, author of Capture the Flag
In Aerialist we are brought to hover over definitions of history, of what the past means to those lost in their burials as well as the living seekers. The narratives that come to the poet are tombs to be opened with song, as these poems speak of life made sublime in a quest for love amongst the silences of the past, and in the loud music of what lives.
—Afaa Weaver, Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award Winner, author of The Plum Flower Trilogy and A Hard Summation
A typical poem in Mary Buchinger’s wonderfully titled collection displays, like the Aerialist herself, the strength to maintain both motion and pinpoint grace and look good doing it... Among many outstanding pieces are one entitled “We wander through the cemetery,” which reproduces an ambulatory recollection of a companion’s great-aunt, studded with small surprises set forth among the quiet features of the cemetery and ending on a note that lingers deliciously. Meanwhile the Aerialist rises from her seat on the subway and performs hanging from the hand-straps... This is an exciting and satisfying collection.
--Bob Brooks, author of Unguarded Crossing and Subverse
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Finishing Line Press, 2008
Praise for Roomful of Sparrows
Mary Buchinger’s poems bring the outdoors lovingly indoors. They bring the goldfish to his bowl, the pet snail to his tank, the hyena to the children’s board game. This is not dislocation, it is domestication. Even the moths beat their “white wings” against the screen to get into her poems. With her delicate perceptions of the tiny and microscopic, Buchinger invites us to see, if not the universe in a grain of sand, then possibly the halo about the humble sidewalk pigeon. At such times she is truly a mystic poet.
--Victor Howes, author of The Lobsterman's Daughter
These beautiful poems shine with intelligence, as they connect human and animal, natural and spiritual worlds. A poet of contrasts, whose knowledge of science adds distinction to her voice, Buchinger turns an ordinary city morning into a pastoral (Sequence), a sidewalk pigeon into a meditation on the soul (“Redeem/ the unread vision in the higher dream”). Celebrating life with wit and love while acknowledging its transience, Buchinger is in essence a seeker of alliances among all living creatures. Her fine book makes us aware that we are interdependent, that we must spend our brief time together in “this roomful of sparrows/ too close to sorrow.”
--Susan Donnelly, author of Transit
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