1 sept 2004

11. Mark Bibbins, from "Blasted fields of clover bring harrowing and regretful sighs"

Two prose poems, probably from a longer sequence. There are details that might be meaningful in a more specific narrative context, "someone slipped him diet Orangina and he went ballistic," but which don't have a real point in the absence of such context. It seems a typical technique in contemporary poetry (perhaps overused)? I remember a whole issue of Fence with such poems in it. Maybe you had to be there when the diet Orangina was consumed. The prose itself is not extraordinary enough to make the technique work here. Maybe the work is not easily excerptible. 7.

I don't know who Mark Bibbins is.

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