Just as I don’t claim to know thoroughly most things we post about here on FG, I don’t claim to know well the state of contemporary poetry. And somehow, even while equally naive about all forms art, the idea of adding critical language or literary appraisal to the blurb-economy of the literature world feels particularly daunting. It‘s caused the delay of this feature quite a long while. Still, I know what I like and what I would like to see more of; what would, essentially, have me snatching up poetry chapbooks as rapidly as I can download music through Mediafire. Nathan Hauke’s chapbook, In the Living Room, marvels at that level.
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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
In the Living Room by Nathan Hauke
Just as I don’t claim to know thoroughly most things we post about here on FG, I don’t claim to know well the state of contemporary poetry. And somehow, even while equally naive about all forms art, the idea of adding critical language or literary appraisal to the blurb-economy of the literature world feels particularly daunting. It‘s caused the delay of this feature quite a long while. Still, I know what I like and what I would like to see more of; what would, essentially, have me snatching up poetry chapbooks as rapidly as I can download music through Mediafire. Nathan Hauke’s chapbook, In the Living Room, marvels at that level.
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