
[No Real Than You Are]
The first books I saw when I walked in were Franco Moretti’s two-volume history of the novel. I’m in paradise.
It’s always a relief to me when I see a book published by somebody outside the “poetry ghetto.”
Picasso wrote this well before Mary Ruefle started publishing books, but if his words could be an egg, Ruefle’s Selected Poems would hatch right out of it.
Ashbery’s translation is the best we have in English so far.
[Three Prose Poems]
[Hook]
[Psalm for Third Base]
[What do animals dream?]
[In a Familiar City]
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