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Zero at the Bone “‘Who ever said / there was a place for you?’ the poet cries out, and Zero at the
Bone urges this anxious question in each highly-wrought fibre of its lines.
Cassarino’s voice ranges far and near, from the gasp and sigh of creaturely love
to the dizzying spaces of American distance, whiteness, silence. Few poets these
days can draw their lines so strongly as to make the white space burn like ice,
but these fine and focused meditations manage that, till the black scribble of life
on the page animates an actual human heat, a speck of life resisting all cold, all
loss, all emptiness, while never letting us lose sight of those Furies waiting
hungrily in the wings.” |
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Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, Dept. of English, |
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