Dust Habit

by Trane DeVore

Poetry. "Trane DeVore's brilliantly seductive DUST HABIT is, in part, an account of the habit of living, a habit that generates the garbaged treasures of our mortality. The book is also clairvoyant; the poems look forward, through debris and into the anticipation of pleasures and purposes that promise future to our thinking and speaking.//The traces and treasures that are the subject and substance of Trane DeVore's poetry in DUSH HABIT are not vestigial meanings, then, but real, current, and meaningful marks of lived experience. And though the individual poems are often delicate in their beauties and precisions, the effect of the book in its entirety is torrential. Trane DeVore's account of mortality is a celebration of life//" --Lyn Hejinian.

Genres: Poetry

136 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2005

Reviews

[Patrick Duggan · Rating 4 out of 5]

Robert Creeley's grandson would have made the old man proud. Devore's poems are shoe-boxes of polaroids and Daguerreotypes, each one tainted and beautiful and alert and alive within the act of being. Each line and phrase breathes rediscovery into the space which Devore gives them; the absence of physical density alters time in the poem, drawing the pieces across the tongue in half speed film. Moments become days and days become breaths.

Voices float freely in and out of Devore's poems, as in an old and smoky room. Sections cobbled from meter, speech, seemingly found text, all fall together into autumnal verse. One hears Creeley, and through him Williams, Oppen and Zukofsky. Give yourself time to spend with the lines, to absorb the depth that so few words can carry. Devore's book is a slow bourbon, a savored chocolate mousse, and a dusty old shoe-box all rolled into one.