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Graham Foust. As in Every Deafness. 2003. 66 pp.

A beautiful book physically. It didn't impress me much when I first read it. It still doesn't. Any of the poems might be fine as filler in a really good book of poetry, but there are no anchors, no really great poems to give the collection weight. The Celanesque mannerisms get a bit irritating too. It's not that Foust is an untalented poet; he certainly doesn't make mistakes. There's just not enough there.