The poetry book of the day is In Memory of My Theories by Rod Smith. O Books, 1996. I've owned it for about a year; it has a cover by Scalapino, blurbs by Carolyn Forché, Kevin Davies, and Kit Robinson. The Forché blurb makes me think of her in a different light, unless there are two Carolyn Forchés?

I haven't finished it yet, I will probably do so this evening. It is quite delightful ("Bad Ashbery But Fun"). Funny and smart. It would be pretentious without these two qualities. In keeping with the Piombino spirit, I'm not comparing it to anything else or ranking it in any way. Since it is the book of the day no other book counts today.