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antisocial patience in Ottawa, ON
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antisocial patience in Ottawa, ON
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The 18 suites of poems that make up Antisocial Patience are a kind of diary of days lived in the aftermath of political upheaval, when it’ s quiet. Solidarity’ s subsided, the torn-open world of possibilities has shut back down. But something’ s changed; the poet has found God. There are hymns and psalms and sonnets and syllabics here; canticles and macaronic verse, little ABAB stanzas and Oakland argot with a King James twist. They are sidewalk-poems, working-in-bookstore poems; restricted and devotional, utterly compact and wide-water open. What if Bartleby had had a giant heart? What if Hopkins had fought the cops? Throw your phone away, the poems suggest; cry out your name in the street. Your friends will find you anyway, and you’ ll remember that you’ re really here.— Chris Nealon
The 18 suites of poems that make up Antisocial Patience are a kind of diary of days lived in the aftermath of political upheaval, when it’ s quiet. Solidarity’ s subsided, the torn-open world of possibilities has shut back down. But something’ s changed; the poet has found God. There are hymns and psalms and sonnets and syllabics here; canticles and macaronic verse, little ABAB stanzas and Oakland argot with a King James twist. They are sidewalk-poems, working-in-bookstore poems; restricted and devotional, utterly compact and wide-water open. What if Bartleby had had a giant heart? What if Hopkins had fought the cops? Throw your phone away, the poems suggest; cry out your name in the street. Your friends will find you anyway, and you’ ll remember that you’ re really here.— Chris Nealon

















