25 abr. 2008


*David Shapiro. To an Idea. 1983. 95 pp.

Sometimes the density of this poetry takes me aback. The combination of density and clarity is startling. Often I don't know what is going on. I'm not sure this is my favorite of David's books, though it contains a few of my favorite poems. That snow falling into the eraser fluid is wonderful image, like Lorca's butterfly drowned in an inkwell.


My method is to read all the book that are actually in my house, in no particular order. If you call that a method. All the books that are in my Kansas office in boxes will have to wait. Plus any new acquisitions.

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