Solie is no city poet. She is a sort of anti-flâneur, watching the world pass from motorised vehicles. A poet of the modern, cross-country journey, conveyed by bus, locomotive, rental car. For Solie, there's nervousness and anxiety not in the destination but in the space between departure and arrival: a place where there's time to think and do little else but stare at the details.
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