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Song for Thom GunnThere is no east or westin the wood you fear and seekstumbling past a gate of mossand what you would not take.And what you thought you hadthe Here that is no restyou make from it an aidto form no east no west.No east. No west. No needfor given map or bellvehicle screen or speed.Forget the house forget the hill.Taking its title from a set of writings found in the Dead Sea Scrolls Fromthe Book of Giants retunes the signal broadcast from these ancient fragmentstransmitting a new sound in the shape of a Roman drain cover in imitations ofDante and Martial in the voice of a cricket and the hardboiled Americanphotographer Weegee in elegies both public and personal and in poems thatrange from the social speech of letters to the gnomic language of riddles. Outof poetrys complex of complaint and praise Joshua Weiner discovers in onepoem his own complicity in Empire during his sons baseball game at the WhiteHouse. In another an embroidered parrot sings a hermetic nursery rhyme to aninfant after 911. «
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