On Donald Revell, by Dan Beachy-Quick

On Donald Revell by Dan Beachy-Quick There’s a poem these days I keep turning back to, one recently discovered, whose gentle prism minds and reminds me what I love most about Donald Revell’s work. The poem is “Tools,” and in it, the “moon / in its coin of rainbow / called my name.” The moon […]

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Revell’s Restrictions in “A Setting” by Sarah Manguso

Revell’s Restrictions in “A Setting” by Sarah Manguso A Setting in memory of John Cheever There is nothing Orphic, nothing foreign. The deep greens of a suburban June, the lawns, the orientalia, are enough, for now, to make you sing. The deep greens of a suburban June drift from oriel to oriel and are enough, […]

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