My rating: 5 of 5 stars
In “Soap is Political,” Ruth Goring lead me to the beautiful scarred heart of Columbia with grace and compassion. I stopped often to savor the linguistic gems she left along the trail, but I also felt compelled to keep moving along, like walking to the center of a contemplative labyrinth and back.
Many of the poems include dates below their titles. The book is organized not chronologically, but with emotional continuity. I felt I was in good hands, that I would be shown things only when I was prepared to see them.
I don’t want to tell you too much, but some of my favorites were “Flood,” “Arithmetic,” and the title poem, “Soap is Political.” “Incursion” brought tears to my eyes.
This is one of those books I will keep on my shelf to read again and again.