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Lost City
A fourteen-page (plus front and back matter) saddle-stapled poetry chapbook with a glossy color cover, consisting of four poems by Clark County Nevada''s first poet laureate Bruce Isaacson.
14 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2018
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April 4, 2018
Disclaimer: the author, Bruce Isaacson, is my friend and publisher.
This is a 14-page (plus front and back matter) saddle-stitched poetry chapbook with a gorgeous glossy color cover. The book is comprised of four long poems: "The Poet's Bridge," "Pictured," "What is the Meaning of Language," and "Lost City." Bruce is Clark County Nevada's first poet laureate, a student of Allen Ginsberg, and the publisher of Zeitgeist Press, home to the Babarian poets of the San Francisco Bay Area. My favorite poems in his latest chapbook are the first one, an ode to Las Vegas, and the last one, about one of the finest Babar poets, Eli Coppola. Phrases that really stuck with me included "moon over neon," "city with the moon in its pocket," "we're turtles swimming with sharks," and the final stanza of the first poem, about Las Vegas:
"You who live here and have made
the beds and dusted the window shades
You've served at the Dome of the Rock Star
You are the divine average hero
no peon you are the
Light that shines from the freon night
We love you Las Vegas
You cannot be simply labeled
herein you are fabled and fine
I love you pretty city
from which
the earthly moon shines."
This is a 14-page (plus front and back matter) saddle-stitched poetry chapbook with a gorgeous glossy color cover. The book is comprised of four long poems: "The Poet's Bridge," "Pictured," "What is the Meaning of Language," and "Lost City." Bruce is Clark County Nevada's first poet laureate, a student of Allen Ginsberg, and the publisher of Zeitgeist Press, home to the Babarian poets of the San Francisco Bay Area. My favorite poems in his latest chapbook are the first one, an ode to Las Vegas, and the last one, about one of the finest Babar poets, Eli Coppola. Phrases that really stuck with me included "moon over neon," "city with the moon in its pocket," "we're turtles swimming with sharks," and the final stanza of the first poem, about Las Vegas:
"You who live here and have made
the beds and dusted the window shades
You've served at the Dome of the Rock Star
You are the divine average hero
no peon you are the
Light that shines from the freon night
We love you Las Vegas
You cannot be simply labeled
herein you are fabled and fine
I love you pretty city
from which
the earthly moon shines."
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