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Even More From Miller

George Miller. 30 (some odd) poems. Toronto: Three Tree Press, 1977. One of the thirty odd is a poem entitled “30th Birthday Testament” […] a gaggle of friends who rejected the dance in favour of learning how to limp […] … Continue reading

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More From Miller

George Miller. 30 (some odd) poems. Toronto: Three Tree Press, 1977. Has the most glorious cover: a cheque (remember those?) made out to “whomever” is written out in the currency of “poems” in the amount of 30 (some odd) signed … Continue reading

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Explosive Ending Expanding

A simple poem about the encounter with gentle beasts, gorgeous ponies, ends with amazing bravura… She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is … Continue reading

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Of An Ayre: Cogitation

Terrance Hayes The Golden Shovel after Gwendolyn Brooks (“We Real Cool“) [This stanza reminds me of the crowns in Basquiat’s paintings.] push until we thin, thin- king we won’t creep back again. Cog Agitation And so for day 1306 11.07.2010

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Broken Chains

Inspired by Lucas Cranach’s The Judgement of Paris, our poet liberates the word’s syllables. She exhibits herself to us with a goddess’s instinctive                               certitude. She holds her                          wrists back, servile and opaque, as                          if submitting herself to man- acles. Her … Continue reading

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Lief To Be Alive

Charles Bernstein in the introduction to Close Listening: Poetry and the Performed Word in a description come injunction invites the reader to enter into a site of openness. The most resonant possibilities for poetry as a medium can be realized … Continue reading

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Galloping Enjambement

John Thompson. Stilt Jack. A collection of ghazals which the author reminds us in his preface are a genre that “proceeds by couplets which […] have no necessary logical, progressive, narrative, thematic (or whatever) connection.” To my surprise Thompson uses … Continue reading

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