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Rae Armantrout. Up to Speed. 2004. 69 pp.
On this re-reading I liked the prose bits better than the verse. The wit is unchanged from my previous encounters with it.
In 70 pages, how many really good poems can one expect? There's plenty here, but even so condensed a poet feels merely desultory too much of the time.
I'm going to have to get a system to keep track of these books a little better. At some point I won't remember what I have blogged about.
I kind of like the idea that you might accidently blog about the same book a couple of times.
ResponderEliminarI know in my case, if that happened, you'd see two fairly different takes on the book, whether or not I had just read it again prior to blogging.