After three close readings through, not one line in Chaser strikes me as ill-considered. Even when I’m mystified (as I must admit I am by at least a solid handful of pieces), it’s not a frustrating bafflement, but rather the kind of mystification that leaves one questing after the meaning one knows must lie just beyond the mind’s grasp.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Stewart Cole has committed himself to a monthly engagement with new books of Canadian poetry. In his first review, he looks at Erin Miller's sophomore effort Chaser: