reviews
Sep 21, 2007
This handsome volume places five early collections of Friedlander’s work, spanning the decade from 1984 to 1994, in one easy-to-pocket package, so that when you’re waiting for the bus and reach into you duster, Whoomp, there it is: the cerebral immediacy of “Lines for My Father,” “For Carla,” “Retrospectively, For Primo Levi,” and myriad other evidences of a poet who keeps erudition in a beautiful tangle with the everyday.
Aug 11, 2011
Clearly my picture of the field was wrong.
(concern about esotericism - if the more i learn about poetry, the more recondite my tastes become, the smaller the audience gets for the "best" writing, according to what diminishingly-consensual criteria is this a best? better: what's it for, for other-s/ mediums?)
(concern about esotericism - if the more i learn about poetry, the more recondite my tastes become, the smaller the audience gets for the "best" writing, according to what diminishingly-consensual criteria is this a best? better: what's it for, for other-s/ mediums?)
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