Yesterday's book was Hotel Fiesta by Lynn Emanuel from this two volume collection. Having read another of Emanuel's books, Then, Suddenly, I knew what I was getting myself into. She is a master of perception, of taking memory or perceived memory and fashioning into these mostly single-page poems. Stark images, a layering in the best way, pure emotional contained in the world of action, the physical. Emanuel often goes from an image in her life, a photograph, a painting, a memory, and delves into its world of possibilities. Out of it, she brings forth the beauty and the emotion and the real-life carnage that she finds. I wish I'd had time to read The Dig as well, but Emanuel's first book packed enough punch to hold me over for a long while.
I KNOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE A BLURB. THAT'S FUNNY. BUT IT'S A TRUE BLURB.
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I watched this video of my friend, Shaun Gannon, read his EPIC poem I AM SHAUN GANNON while I had breakfast. That's funny too.
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