Lucy / your secret book / that you leaned over and wrote just in the
dirt-- / Not having to have an ending / Not having to last. . . .
And so begins Jean Valentine's provocative new work, Lucy, a poem that
pays homage to the three million-year-old skeleton of the earliest known
hominid. With a deep sense of gratitude and profound longing, this poem
celebrates the creative power of the female by introducing us to one of
our oldest human ancestors. In a dreamlike and often fractured syntax
that is vintage Valentine, Lucy, the "wildgood mother" of our species,
can once again be heard.