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But then, from way off, with cranking
comes my night, and when it arrives
I go to it like a callboy to a c-note.
-"My Interior"
comes my night, and when it arrives
I go to it like a callboy to a c-note.
-"My Interior"
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"Clark's poems--which run through several genres, including the fable, the love letter, the chant, [and] the tercet...are devoted to the idea of possibility in the poet who operates as a free agent, looking to the weather not for the springs of dailiness but for some message from the aether."
Brian Kim Stefans, Arras
"The image of the 'little door' captures the existential humor of Clark's persona, and the intersection of mystery and alienation from which he often writes... This volume is remarkable for its liveliness and intelligence, and I recommend it highly."
Jon Yau, Boston Review