Gates takes seriously both the daily news, with its constant abuses of power, and art’s power to create news that stays news.
In Ten Minutes, Beatrix Gates’ poems look long and deep into darkness. The often terrifying world they face, both human and natural, is large, close, mysterious, and real. Observed with honesty and tenderness, charged with quiet and violence, infused with the rhythms of speech and water and the unexpected grace of changing light, these poems embrace a startling and hard-won acceptance that I want to call hope.
–Joan Larkin, author of My Body and Cold River
Ten Minutes is a work that shows great concern for the country in which the poet lives. Gates writes in the tradition of poets documenting and exploring the tragic circumstances of the lives of specific American citizens and… I think of it as a collection that follows in the footsteps of Muriel Rukeyser and Grace Paley. I have searched for the precise words to describe Gates’s poems in Ten Minutes, and the words that surface repeatedly are: sharp, tender, secular, and spiritual.
–Elena Georgiou, author of Rhapsody of the Naked Immigrants; Co-Editor, The World In Us: Lesbian & Gay & Poetry of the Next Wave