JONATHAN JONES is art critic for The Guardian and writes for numerous art magazines. He appears regularly on the BBC and gives talks at the Tate Modern.
I discovered Jonathan Jones' "Material Comforts"in a review by vispo scholar geof huth. I have an enthusiasm for works of literature ,in miniature, but can't afford the micro-bulk of Grenier's (so thank you Eclipse/Utah). At the end of huth's blog I noted that there was a very nice deal of the chapbook, so I ordered it direct from Belgium! My reading of Material Comforts is a meditation, a series of light breaths, concerning the pleasures, the material comforts, of reading. Literally, with the first line's imperative "Morning.", which comes before the "first" poem, chapter, whathavyou, a fitting opening, through the second line "Through white/ walls." where the artist's book & gallery meet, through (several lines ahead) to the end of poem or chapter one, whose last line "The world/ is only/ for example" which is a perhaps easy, or light, take on a position of radical poetics' materiality of texts, here in the book, (last line of poem 2:) "All rights/ reversed." Which is to say, pleasant, but, too easy. Maybe what we have here are serial L=A=N=G haiku, including "We turn/ our attention/ Minus 5 degrees." "Draw/ a complete/ pencil" and "Here. Here/ for the first time." Good little poetries (we don't know where to draw a line around the poem, which we like) & there are already more words in this review than in the (comforting, like Langpoet cooked meatloaf) book. Spoiler alert! "Nests/ to the night."