Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Lisa Robertson

She has been reading Debbie: An Epic, amazing text that it is. "Unhappy, frugal/hope has made me dote and vainly tell/of parts obscene below the waves' crescent/now flecking heaven's screen with stuttered light...". Thinking of how essential the layout of the text is. One might say particularly in this poem, but not, no, it's particularly in any poem.

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