"Only my contradictions hold me upright," claims one of the poems in this ferociously lucid and often funny new volume by M.F. McAuliffe. On the one hand it batters us with Lear-like bleak assertions ("Time and heaven and earth are stones. / They grind us between them") -- assertions it goes on to illustrate, most impressively, in the final series of poems retelling the Orpheus myth. On the other hand, the very rhythm, almost reassuring, of other aphoristic conclusions suggests an admiration despite everything for the world it so passionately curses and condemns ("to walk through...
"Only my contradictions hold me upright," claims one of the poems in this ferociously lucid and often funny new volume by M.F. McAuliffe. On the on...
When M. Miller, slide librarian at a large Seattle stock photo agency, falls asleep in a rep cinema one rainy autumn evening, she finds the dead invading her dreams, a mysterious stranger talking about her past, & her job taking on sudden, strange, suspicious dimensions. With the help of Kurt Cobain, FranCois Villon, & the agency's own Leather Boys, she slips past the Space Needle to confront love, death, resurrection, & globalization.
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Bartleby the Scrivener is alive, unwell, and re-living the gloomy doomy in the form of McAuliffe's brooding,...
When M. Miller, slide librarian at a large Seattle stock photo agency, falls asleep in a rep cinema one rainy autumn evening, she finds the dead in...
