It's National Poetry Month and I haven't read much poetry lately. Up early this morning, after finishing proofing a big chunk of Kenneth's next one I looked at a couple of okay books: one by the poet who replaced me when I left T&W, and one from the National Poetry Series. Tryfon Tolides tells mild 70sesque anecdotes that end with a whisper: "I miss the ghosts in the holy air." A remembered quote from Christina Davis on Eduardo's blog last October mediated my experience of her book lo these six months later... how the internet remaps mind and feelings -- no good saying "It's only prose!" or at least, no better than saying it of graffiti on a middle school locker.
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