Every Riven Thing by Christian Wiman
Anthony Opal
Bob Dylan, when asked why he admired Woody Guthrie's music, said that it had the ability to teach a person how to live. I feel much the same way about Christian Wiman's newest collection, Every Riven Thing, released last November by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. These are poems that, to quote Charles Wright, are born of "pain, and the rhythms of pain," which is to say that Wiman's writing embodies both grief and suffering, as well as a clear-eyed hope and a grounded joy.
In "After the Diagnosis," the poem which ultimately begins the collection, one is introduced to Wiman as an existential being, as well as a craftsman. The poem begins:


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