"This is a brilliant, funny, subtle book. One of Carol Snow's subjects is the tenuousness and ferocity of relationship, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise, though it does, that she has made a feast from the subject of prepositions."--Robert Hass "A poetry--post-traumatic--half-seen, half-remembered, half-named--the event more than half gone--still every half-part is a whole, when space is equal to it. Here is a new and mesmerizing way of thinking about things."--Fanny Howe "Carol Snow's staggering, ruthless poems ...
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"This is a brilliant, funny, subtle book. One of Carol Snow's subjects is the tenuousness and ferocity of relationship, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise, though it does, that she has made a feast from the subject of prepositions."--Robert Hass "A poetry--post-traumatic--half-seen, half-remembered, half-named--the event more than half gone--still every half-part is a whole, when space is equal to it. Here is a new and mesmerizing way of thinking about things."--Fanny Howe "Carol Snow's staggering, ruthless poems hold a heroic quality that feels rare these days. With a string of improbable comrades--Lewis Carroll, Sappho, A.R. Luria, and the Zen gardeners of Ryoanji Temple, Kyoto--she tracks the intricate twists and turns of American language towards uncharted territory. Every fork in thought bristles with danger and decision. A brave book indeed!"--Andrew Schelling
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