Toronto, ON: Knife | Fork | Book, 2019.
Prathna Lor's second poetry chapbook joins oblique objects with the tender edges of parataxis and longing. 7,2 is full of the solidity of the hard-won image: inside one finds tiny carnages mixed with rejuvenation; the tickle of epiphany narrowly escaped; the freshness of a syntax hardly worn. Here is a lesson in the benevolent contradiction of how speaking hurt nourishes.
Portland, OR: Future Tense Books, 2010.
“Lor takes the L from Lutz (Gary) and the L from Lydia (Davis) and adds an either-or of elegantly psychotic desire. Imagine Hannibal Lecter talking to the moon. Imagine a man in a suit petting a whale carcass. Prathna Lor puts their hand up in these voices and makes us remember every way a mouth can move.”
–Mike Young, author of We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough
“These hilariously original crazings and sorceries of language and of feeling let us in, at last, on all the secrets we’ve been keeping from ourselves. Prathna Lor is a dazzler.”
–Gary Lutz, author of Stories In the Worst Way
“Somehow objects get Prathna Lor to talk for them. When they were visited by a screen protector, and witchcraft, and Israel, they knew what to make them say, and they knew how to make them say it. Where I live I am visited by many floating images, but none of them are a king lowering himself onto a cock. So I am glad I have Ventriloquism here, and that it talks.”
–Evelyn Hampton, author of We Were Eternal and Gigantic