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| Slapstick actor from the silent film era: Charlie Chaplin |
The two books I mentioned reading in yesterday's post are Stephen Dobyns' Winter Journey and Laura Mullen's Dark Archive. Such different styles these two writers have!
Dobyns takes the reader on a stream-of-consciousness trip. The poems run 4-5 pages in a block with line breaks, but no stanzas. The words are clear and fully understandable. At times, it even feels that maybe this isn't poetry, just someone thinking out loud. He begins the poem in one place (walking the dog, for example), then moves to Germany, then touches on slapstick, then the U.S. administration (Bush, I believe), then returns back to the dog.
In a way, it's like being on a long leash, going out with the tide, wherever the tide goes, and finally (4 pages later) returning to your owner.
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