27 ago. 2008


*Joseph Ceravolo. Spring in this World of Poor Mutts. 1968, 85 pp.

It's as though I had never really read this book before. I feel that to really read it I would need to write about, that is, frame my reading in terms of the some theory of what this book is really about. For example, how does immanence work in Ceravolo's poetry? With whom is he in dialogue. Is the poetry is simple as it seems?