Postcards from the Interior“In the intimate, coded, and revealing form of the postcard Wyn Cooper charts new realms of aesthetic, spiritual, and geographic space. He blurs the distinction between the public and the private, discovering in history, the weather, favored places, and states of consciousness a wealth of imaginative possibilities. Wish you were here, these poems seem to say in a variety of enduring ways. And you are.”
--Christopher Merrill Postcard from the Party You have to be invited, and there's nothing you can do to be asked. Headlines and bloodlines don't help. It's a long way from home but I'm here, the view much better than I'm used to. How did this happen? Dumb but good luck, right place and time, the planets aligned. No contract, no deadline, no risk. And what did I do to deserve this? Slept with all the wrong people, gambled too much on friends of friends with light bulbs over their heads. Wrote every day no matter what. |
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