Where language, that awe-striking human innovation, still feels awesome, Daniel Ari finds himself—fascinated, frustrated, maddened, mesmerized. It's a flurry, a fracas, a free-for-all—a fight—with poems!
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Friday, October 26, 2012
The poet makes no warranty that he or she treats of any single, objective, accurate or essential truth about her or her own poem except in the poem itself. Additional or contradictory interpretations by others may be reasonably given equal or greater credence.