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| Cape Poetry, 2013, 164pp. |
Red letters on the
envelope. One hundred
sixty and something
pages flowing like
ice / no not ice /
flowing like red mist
/ better / in this
album. Prose or poetry
is what I am asking
myself. One look
betrays her intent.
A full-fledged story
indeed. Made up in
the weirdest stanzas.
But nonetheless quite
lovely he said it
flows nicely on the
page and in my head
the echoes form a
cacophonous sonorous
sound of Stille ja
silence immer wieder
und doch he said und
doch wirklich lesbar
das Ganze ja.
References
are going all over
the world but linger
in Ancient Greece
yes myths and mythology
and Prometheus and oh
Proust as well not
Greek he is not but
French might as well
talk about Proust
and memory and
remembering the
glacier and the life
and how it smelt in
there. The oxen fly
to Batcatraz. Asylum
and Labyrinth is that
Borges or just another
allusion to what / I
don’t know / yes it
is / if you say so /
I do / But / What /
Nothing / What about
Cézanne / French
painter Cézanne / Yes
/ What about him / Ask
Carson / Will do he
said and retreated.
Bearded flying icebats
oxen no musk ox especially
Io who is of course
nymph seduced by Zeus
or G or Sad But Great
but we don’t know and
Ida yes Ida is also a
part of the whole
lovely Ida with her
nicht vorhandenem
Orientierungssinn quite
lovely yes.
In the end. One of
the best prose poetry
proetry books I read yes.
Especially this she wrote
Carson wrote on page one
hundred fourteen “what is
the difference between
poetry and prose you know
the old analogies prose
is a house poetry is a
man in flames running
quite fast through it”
yes best passage to
describe Red Doc> and
read it / yes / read it
he said.
★★★★★
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