Granny Cloud

In Granny Cloud, Farnoosh Fathi presents poetry as the pursuit of one’s highest attention, of freedom in formlessness, and joy in surrender. Like the dispirited court tumbler in the French medieval legend said to have inspired St. Francis’s eponymous “Jongleurs de Dieu” who takes up a daily ritual of tumbling on his hands in a dark cave before a portrait of the Virgin Mary, Fathi renews our faith in the lyric imagination through wild headstands and handsprings of impishly erotic language “soiled in fecal rhymes.” The title of her book links to both the progressive cloud-based educational program in India and the “grandmaternal mind” in Zen Buddhism—a mind that is tender, equanimous, and free to be absorbed by everything one encounters. Iterations of lines tumble from poem to poem through repeated portraits of home and children, peas and baldness, worms, spiders, and snails that collect in a salivating grand cloud of lyric reinvention. The cave of her own lyric process is foregrounded in the long poem of the third and last section “Anyone’s Don’tanelle” that tracks the drafts and do-overs of the writing of the poem “Fontanelle” that appears in the first section. In poem after poem, Granny Cloud raises a stained-glass popsicle to whatever inner chariot that carries the lyric spark through the ecstatic housekeeping of the word.