Charles Olson

Cow Cow Cow

06.03.2006 Menagerie

cow cow cow onesies ringing the tree pre- storm: time being tambien the form of a thing is the thing eating at the ground, says I dot I speaking betwixt clumps of fescue flanking the steps, in accordance w/ C. Olson, kind of a cow himself, six ft in brown trousers how now he isn’t [...]

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o a gain, Maximus II. 90

11.18.2005 Poetry Reviews

I’m listening and this time reading along and I’m still at work on Friday afternoon with little C.O. out of Glouster when he bursts Maximus II. 90 while on Obadian Bruen’s Island, the Algonquins steeped fly agaric in whortleberry juice, to drink to see O go on C. Olson … “don’t be fooled by the [...]

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Dear Charles Olson,

11.17.2005 Poetry Reviews

I’m listening to PennSound and you’ve got this thing in your voice and your stature reminds me of Tenney Nathanson, tho Tenney doesn’t talk like you because he is more mouse than you are, you are dramatic and you are shaking inside of your voice where the things are, where the force of being afraid [...]

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