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John Olson is a master of the prose poem.
I love the way this poem reminds me of Ponge--that writer with the phenomenological concerns would so often turn the poem into a miniature essay.
But there's something naked and wonderful here that reminds me of Brainard.
So the poem (for me) is like a wonderful fusion of Ponge and Joe Brainard.
The sort of poetry that's so great you're not even jealous.
You're just glad it exists.
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