JoAnna Novak reviews PINK MUSEUM at American Microreviews & Interviews. You can read the whole review here.
How fitting, then, that the rot and ruin of female expression concerns, somewhat obliquely, the speaker(s) in a book that’s title refers to a space where old and revered relics converge. In Crew’s hands, the conflation of motherhood and literature is framed and mounted, announced in a prefacing, untitled poem when the speaker observes: “I built for you this grand opening/how to give life is nothing/until I fetch it again in my mouth.” These lines suggest that a procreative act is simple, “nothing,”; what requires skill—and a sort of teachable skill—is the ability to convey, to “fetch.”
While throughout Pink Museum poems like “How Do I Love Thee?” bloom up and perish (I mean, only, that they sometimes end rather quickly), the book’s strength lies in its two long poems, sequences, really, that accomplish, in short, dense lines, tremendous work. I especially liked “Pink Museum,” where the aforementioned themes are grounded in an imaginary physical space. “Well-lacquered [shelves],” “the catalogue of selected silence,” “a new corridor”: in this poem, a group of girls wanders, “proceeding as expected just the same,” showing what it is to be complicit in history, “what it is to be surrounded by glass.”