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Coffee House Press, 2011
Chris Martin's second book of poetry catalogs the movements of a constantly shifting city, and the human effort to find a clearing amidst chaos. In his praise for the collection, Bob Hicok notes the "honesty and rigor of this pilgrimage" rendered with philosophical meditation and musical sensibility.
The forms in the book range from numbered poems that are aphoristic in nature, through fragmented poems (the dispersal and shape of which are not unlike clouds), to a section of formally similar poems that use the space between words as silences—much like musical rests.
The movements that make up this collection are also a call to movement, often asking the reader to consider working past the hierarchies and accepted realities that make one numbly complacent. In the final section of the book, titled "This False Peace," Martin writes,
Atmosphere concerning a version of blank we sweat
to dissipate the sure empire of knowledge these daily
nuptials braiding air to bone or lost here
the television's
nuclear I want to kiss you as the phone rings but you
are the one calling punching voices into strip or
braiding the ends to rejoice in the already in that
we punctuated the sky with lack manning our nation's
boredom |
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