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I've got a beautiful
new book. Here's what's in it: twenty of John Glassco's top poems plus a 5500-word introduction that was supposed to be an essay on Glassco but turned out to also be a inquiry into oblivion, junkyards, Montreal's decline as a poetry superpower, Paris in the 30s, dandyism as an extreme sport, TISH and why fiction is truer than traditional memoir. I am indebted to the Frog Hollow team of Shane Neilson and Caryl Peters for their superhuman patience as I took my sweet time finishing this commission (four years!). Milton was right on the money: They also serve who only stand and wait.
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