Master of the Eclipse

What are poets for in these destitute times? Etel Adnan asks through H&oumlet;lderlin's voice, and then answers in prose through her own. It is a prose of uncanny elegance and skepticism and conscience which voices what chokes us into silence, as it asks: what do we make of our tourists of war-professors, directors, journalists-and whom do we imagine for their subjects? How do we re-name, as if the facts call for us to be astonished, "the beings wearing bulletproof jackets," the masters playing the empathy card with their victims, the stateless living among the over-stated?