Friday, April 25, 2008

Rick Barot

This is from Want from the wonderful Sarabande Books.


When any word is called for, say that I am of.
When the tornado forms, that is the ruinous
kiss. When the bamboo-green field sways,
think of tea. When the vines thicken in
the heat, this is the medusa head consuming
its own stare. When a man commitedly
steps to the ledge, this is the daguerreotype's
cold glass face. [...]

Barot, a teacher at PLU and Tacoma resident, is one of the most skillfully subtle poets I know. His eye is keen, his mind searching, and his words shimmer on pages.

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