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published
October 1st 2000
by Kelsey Street Press
binding
Paperback, 63 pages
isbn
0932716555
(isbn13: 9780932716552)
description
Among a bicoastal group of talented young writers, Renee Gladman's is an outstanding voice. In Juice, her first full-length book, her stories are tol...more
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something unique in that it really is smack dab in the middle of poetry and fiction, in between how the two usually operate.
i asked a poet friend once what was the difference between prose and poetry. and he deadpanned: "linebreaks." well gladman doesn't have any, but one could easily see each sentence as a poetic line and the movement between them like the mysterious linguistic chasm/synapse that separates lines of poetry. and a particular type of poetry too, far from confessiona...more
i asked a poet friend once what was the difference between prose and poetry. and he deadpanned: "linebreaks." well gladman doesn't have any, but one could easily see each sentence as a poetic line and the movement between them like the mysterious linguistic chasm/synapse that separates lines of poetry. and a particular type of poetry too, far from confessiona...more
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Read in August, 2008
I wake my lover and answer many of her unasked questions when I am tenth sleeping. I tell her that I think she is dynamic and that I think I am in love with her. She is moved but really sleepy.
A mother thinks of her daughter in a quiet night—wants to write her a note. She sees herself in the daughter and feels good about it.
Once every two hundred and eighty sleeps the person’s mind clears. The places of things make sense. She thinks I am alive so all these things
But the search m...more
A mother thinks of her daughter in a quiet night—wants to write her a note. She sees herself in the daughter and feels good about it.
Once every two hundred and eighty sleeps the person’s mind clears. The places of things make sense. She thinks I am alive so all these things
But the search m...more
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Distinctive voice.
Pieces seem to follow their own internal order.
Pieces seem to follow their own internal order.
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