Beschreibung:
The first word in this new collection by Phil Hall is "e;raw"e; and the last word is "e;blurtip."e; Between these, many nouns cry faith within a hook-less framework that sings in chorus while undermining such standard forms & tropes as "e;the memoir,"e; "e;genealogy"e; and "e;the shepherd's calendar."e; With a rural pen, these poems talk frogs, carrots, local noises, partial words, remnants, dirt roads, deep breath & hope:my laboratory the momentis accordion-shaped - cluttered - sopping& not eternal
The first word in this new collection by Phil Hall is "raw" and the last word is "blurtip." Between these, many nouns cry faith within a hook-less framework that sings in chorus while undermining such standard forms & tropes as "the memoir," "genealogy" and "the shepherd's calendar." With a rural pen, these poems talk frogs, carrots, local noises, partial words, remnants, dirt roads, deep breath & hope: my laboratory the moment is accordion-shaped - cluttered - sopping & not eternal