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In this new collection, his ninth book of poetry, noted Los Angeles poet Dennis Phillips explores the temporal, an ever-shifting world in which meaning, like a palm full of sand, is made up of small particles which come together often by chance. "Who walks the boundaries?" Phillips asks the reader, challenging him or her to make sense of that ever-changing reality. Author of Credence, Study for the Ideal City, A World, Arena and other books, Dennis Phillips teaches at Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, where he lives with his wife and child.
140 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2002
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July 17, 2012
Collage of underlined lines:
Important people are spot lit.
Emphasis on ties.
[...]traces of induplicability
A hiatus would make little difference.
Gradually one is surrounded by ghosts.
[...]that darkness is one part of a concept which married to its opposite creates a state into which our minds cannot wander [...]
something with a continuity other than time
Their request
in an age of confluence:
messageless
The oven announces us.
Distance becomes a kind of future.
fish usually cannot fly, the plural isn't often singular.
Gold will be used as emphasis.
Even attraction can be complicated.
Because we hoard sadness.
Night is more than dinner.
Context as a form unto itself?
Important people are spot lit.
Emphasis on ties.
[...]traces of induplicability
A hiatus would make little difference.
Gradually one is surrounded by ghosts.
[...]that darkness is one part of a concept which married to its opposite creates a state into which our minds cannot wander [...]
something with a continuity other than time
Their request
in an age of confluence:
messageless
The oven announces us.
Distance becomes a kind of future.
fish usually cannot fly, the plural isn't often singular.
Gold will be used as emphasis.
Even attraction can be complicated.
Because we hoard sadness.
Night is more than dinner.
Context as a form unto itself?
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