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ni a ye Tod Marshall
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Dec 01, 2014
Weleweledalaw
Canarium Books

This was delightfully chaotic -- nice mixture of crass and highbrow throughout; many poems set in Idaho/Washington (and I am a sucker for writing about the PNW); the book's eponymous final poem contains some of the most beautiful lines I have read in some time: the phrase "telling reliquary" is nearly all you should need to know. "You must pull ribs from that rotting body, words that matter: love me, love me not.

I heard Professor Marshall speak last night and determined to read the latest collection of his poetry today. I was pleasantly surprised by his fresh take on being human.

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