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Affirmation's Wake
After Pindar
Amphimixis
At Labastide
At The Hearth Of Argument
At The Hinge Of Creation
The Basho Thrill Of Setting Forth
Basra Highway
Bloodrock
Brown Study
Carrion Gossip
Cempasuchil
The Chaos Of The Wise
Conversation Piece
Cooking
Copulation's Depth
A Cross Section Of The Incarnation
Debris
Double Pelican
Exiles
A Friendship
Gorgeous George Comes Pounding Down The Beach
Ground
Guyton Place
Hardball
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The Horizon That Doesn't Go Away
Humbaba
I Awake At 5 Am Seeing A Serbian Bayonet
If I Were John Heartfield
In Being Surrounded By
Indiana In The Night Sky
Inn Of Somewhere
Leaky Vessels
Like Violets, He Said
The Loss Of Eternity
Marginalia To Baudelaire
Met Glances %telegraph Back
Mexico, 1959
Mortified Citizen
Navel Of The Moon
Negation's Mate
Negation's Particles
The Not-so-mysterious Koan
On Sunlit Garage Front
Out Of The Kat Godeu
Outtakes
Picked Up The Rotted Doormat
Position Paper
The Power Room
Quotidian Spectres
Saddam Should Feed His People
Short Story
The Skeletons Talk Turkey
So Be It
Some Comments By The Little King
Some Fugal Lubrication
Still-life, With Huidobro
Strata
Table Of One
Thalassa Variations
There Is Neither Father Nor Mother
Under Louse Arrest
Under World Arrest
Variation On A Line By Pound
Venusberg
White Nights %the Peelings Of Day
The Wine Graveyard
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
From Publishers Weekly:
Eshleman (Antiphonal Swing) here begins with an ars poetica that poses the question, "What is missing?" The question echoes throughout a sprawling collection. For this poet, our present age is marked by an absurd level of cruelty and violence; and poetry, if it is to address that at all, must rise to the same frenetic level. As he points out, "Look what men do to women. Why should art be less?" With such an intent in mind, one might anticipate a certain amount of moralizing. But Eshleman gives the volume a refreshingly bizarre array of imagery through which incidents like the Bosnian civil war are viewed. Intermixed with this are poems of beauty and humor-for instance, a waiter in Los Angeles introduces himself with "HI, my name's Bruce, I'm your waiter,/ I tried to kill myself last night." Though Eshleman's language, owing much to the associative leaps of surrealism, is never pompous, some of his work does read like a Blakean proverb. No matter: he is a reverse prophet, returning to 13,000 B.C. to crouch in a cave of ancient paintings and describe our world on the wall.
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