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.
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Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Chaser
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:
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