Dan Rosenberg drank all the great masters, took them inside, dead and alive, all alive. He explodes them and then he says: "I want the sun to be potent and kind." The sun listens. Or: "The heavens are bleached out with streetlights and we all feel larger." The reader's body reacts. Only the power of true poetry can make this happen. Here. In this book. - Toma alamun At once tranquil, blighted, and ravenous in a time all its own, The Crushing Organ leaves no room for allegory, prophecy, or symbolic disclosure of any sort. Dan Rosenberg has a new kind of system where things already apprehended...

In this tale of Alaska, two young men come to Prince of Wales Island: one, a whaler who in 1849 was shipwrecked on the island's southern rocky shore, and one who arrived by ferry in the summer of 1975 to search for his place in the grand scheme of things. Their two lives were forever changed by the adventure awaiting them. True, they were from different times but their stories were played on the same incredible stage against a backdrop rich in mystical folklore and native history. And whether by fate or chance, their lives became tied together. In 1973 on the central Oregon coast, newlywed...

Thigh's Hollow locates the wound Jacob suffers from wrestling with a divine stranger, but in a voice more Esau than Jacob: a -box this telling comes through not of.- These transgressions leave a longing in their wake, a fundamentally alienated -nameless crawling upward I.- This upward crawl brings us ever closer, through syntactic doubling and punning and play, to genuine communion. Through these bent and brimming poems, we witness a wounded voice trying to heal itself: -my very defenses / grow in me the pearl.-