Ann Fisher-Worth’s poetry in Paradise is Jagged makes excellent reading in April, mixing memory and desire with personal reminiscence and careful observations.

I fell into the volume with a whole heart from the moment I read the first poem, “A Young Stag at Dusk,” and came upon these particular lines: “my Peace roses ride on arching stems/like moons in a lead-white sky./–My? All year, earth holds them.” It reminds me of what I so often think when I look out at the woods behind my house, at all those trees on land we say we “own,” when actually most of those trees were here before me and will remain after I’m under the earth.
The stag poem serves as a preface; there are five sections in this volume, roughly corresponding to stages of the speaker’s life. Although I like the way each poem presents particular details, the ones that reveal…
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Citroen plant occupied by the workers, 1968
The Perils of Just Aimlessly Sitting “Although parts of this book were originally published in Kenward Elmslie’s ZZ Magazine and first published in book form by Black Sparrow Press, this reviewer was pleasantly surprised to find this collaboration waiting in the mailbox in a fine new volume published by Granary Books. Joe Brainard passed from this life May 25, 1994, but he will be remembered always for his writing and visual art, infused as it is with a refreshing almost naïve wisdom, which is a contradiction in terms made possible by Brainard’s deft touch. John Ashbery’s name is familiar to art aficionados as a poet, critic, essayist and wizard, having won too many literary awards to count. This mélange of Ashbery’s writing and Brainard’s drawings makes total sense, not simply because of their reputations as members of the first and second generation of New York School poets respectively, but because…

