"'Sifting subtext, ' Brian Blanchfield infuses measure with feral ways, blandishments with subtle bafflement. Not since Ashbery's early poetry has so much eloquence shown so little pity ('We have our no, libido, go'). Blanchfield speeds up his vision to catch the flickers in what others tend to see as a continuum--the void-gaps of difference in likeness, the exclusive 'invitational' in the "open." Magnificently unappeased ('Not in thirteen / new ways to play can the one that's wild be reconciled'), "Not Even Then" makes ...
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"'Sifting subtext, ' Brian Blanchfield infuses measure with feral ways, blandishments with subtle bafflement. Not since Ashbery's early poetry has so much eloquence shown so little pity ('We have our no, libido, go'). Blanchfield speeds up his vision to catch the flickers in what others tend to see as a continuum--the void-gaps of difference in likeness, the exclusive 'invitational' in the "open." Magnificently unappeased ('Not in thirteen / new ways to play can the one that's wild be reconciled'), "Not Even Then" makes urbanity and originality go round and round together in one astonishing poem after another.--Calvin Bedient "The infinite prospect of cityscape and water route surrounds us in these poems where 'sight is what we are within.' Blanchfield's vigorous language, his kinetic syntax and his captivating gift for assembling a new world out of surprising images make "Not Even Then" one of the lustiest, most electric reads since Hart Crane's "White Buildings." In his own words, 'here is a craft. The kind to ride.' A most enjoyable ride indeed."--D. A. Powell "Lively, intelligent questions of scale and position--of where (& who) the self is vis-a-vis truth--animate the unsteady subjectivity of Brian Blanchfield's first collection. In gorgeous poems whose slanted insights seem earned and unarguable, 'meaning's warning' is delivered just in time. 'We said beauty should have to do with us, ' writes Blanchfield: his poems are admirably real and extraordinarily rewarding "encounters.""--Laura Mullen "Here--from a poet whose language is generous beyond its own constraint--is the welcome news that poetry can expand without being stretched thin, go undeceived without losing its lovingness, and even redeem the future that some of us, otherwise, did not want to enter."--Douglas Crase
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