" Read this in one sitting. Let the grief pull up a chair, lay idle."- Sofia
" The Wall is a daily log detailed with the survival skills/mundane tasks that comes with fending for yourself in the woods, such as harvesting potatoes or darning a pair of threadbare socks. A mending of human identity through continuous self reflection, pastoral musings,and the uncomfortableness of being completely alone. It is meant to be read slowly, while hanging on to moments of patience for both animals and nature. " - Sofia
"An appreciation for the little poems, Lorine words her cyclical routines and daily motions from in and around her cabin. Her permanence on Black Hawk Island remains in the floorboards of the standing cottage, and the archive of correspondences between other poets such as Corman and Zukofsky. As she puts it in her poems remain slow moving and condense, condense, condense."- Sofia
"I believe I am writing about my mother because it is my turn to bring her into the world." - Ernaux
"Ernaux remembers the small things, piecing together snapshots and words of her father, reminiscing not only of one person but an entire era." - Sofia