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112 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
It's raining cats and dogs.These poems through the reader into a sort of magicked America--there is something deeply and earnestly American about the poems, specifically the America of the average and of the north of the country, even when the poems do not take place in the United States. I think that is the most interesting thing about the collection. On some level, I feel this book is about America in the way that Lolita is about America. You can feel that it is, but it is hard to pin down why or how or what it might be saying. The construction of a place without needing to devote yourself to that construction is part of what makes this book succeed for me and part of why I am so interested in the power of counterpoint in the first sequence--how might such a technique make a nation?
And did you know that "vindaloo" (as in
Shrimp Vindaloo) is not an Indian word at all,
but a pidgin slurring of the Portuguese
for "wine of garlic"?
There is a film I have otherwise forgotten
(but not the makeshift cinema in which I viewed it:
a converted bakery storeroom on the island of Spetses)
that ended with the line:
"If no one escaped drowning, who are these strangers?"