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April 14, 2006
and proposed six-line, twenty-syllable poems with a pattern of 1/1/2/3/5/8. On his blog he wrote his ...
Excerpt Do you know the poems of Max Jacob? Do you know Talese, Gay? Swenson, May?  Do you know  ... you know the poems of Max Jacob? Do you know Talese, Gay? Swenson, May?  Do you know Goldfinger, alias ...
But this is a poem, not a novel, and the only characters here are you and I, alone in an imaginary room which will ...
I have thought of this suite of poems less as a collaboration with Bearden than as inspired and confirmed ... many of the poems here to sound like something hauntingly familiar, like something heard before, ... describe what the poems attempt, not just because of Bearden but also because of the blues we both share. ...
questions in poems, which are left up in the air. Was it a vision or a waking dream? You decide, says ...
much, you know. Now, like then, my nagging indecision translates into a late poem. Accept this one, ...
Crossing a Ford,” and “Bivouac on a Mountain Side,” poems suddenly shocked into sobriety, plain denotation, ... and shorter in these newer poems. The images are local— ”the bandages, water, and sponge”—before ... they are required to be exemplary. Some of the poems themselves are only four or five or six lines long. A less ...
the mounting and relatively extended argument of the poem: This is an ignorant year Within a cruel time, ... and haunting poem which stands at the beginning of his book: “Hiking on the Coast Range on the Anniversary ...
Excerpt Boulevard Lannes what are you doing so far out in space With your garbage carts pulled by draught horses plodding     one behind another… 47 Boulevard Lannes   Boulevard Lannes what are you doing so far out in space With your garbage carts pulled ...
Excerpt I want to give you more than these words finite as husks or a string of barbed wire. Why was I born if it wasn’t forever? —Ionesco I want to give you more than these words finite as husks or a string of barbed wire. I want you to see the blue knot ...

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