It’s the title of my forthcoming book from Tiger Bark Press (June 2012). I think about this book as a study in contrasts and contradictions. It might be somewhat ironic (am I using that term correctly? or at least better than Alanis Morrisette?) to celebrate weight as sweetness. But it IS sweetness. Once we are weightless, we cease to be.
The phrase “sweet weight” is in a poem by Anne Sexton:
Sweet weight,/in celebration of the woman I am
Anne Sexton, “In Celebration of My Uterus”
a brilliant, troubled, and did I mention brilliant poet of the 1950s-60s. One of the original Confessional poets, Sexton wrote about women and bodies and love and god and madness at a fever pitch. I hope the poems will live up to her legacy.
KateLynn Hibbard 