CHAPBOOKS
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from planet carpet by Evan Commander My eclipse is a readymade of you and I with the ground in its opening stages look to the sky for weight. Waiting for when the wind blows around corners to make your dress dance. For when the time to be barefoot is the only thing we long for. I am not without wonder. When the sky finds its footing there will be nothing left standing. Nothing left to fly-away like things we want to have. I do not want to think I made this. I mean it only in passing, like a car horn, and I should know better. |
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Evan Commander's chapbook Planet Carpet is an auspicious beginning for a poet just born into the world. Broken with song and heady with spiraling-out-of-control (but also into it), Evan Commander's poems are full-up with readymades and new fangled promise, as well as light and delight in both the self and others. A nosedive into the future by way of poetry's past, Planet Carpet's text/ure/s are the perfect weave of sincerity, conceptual wiliness, and experimental formality. A wonderful chapbook for fans of Marcel Duchamp, Frank O'Hara, Ted Berrigan, and covered floors of all varieties. 29p. $5 (postage paid) |
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