Everything Goes But the Poem + Calliope

Poetry. [A]nd what does it say? words / and words and celluloid / gone crisper take / the world in your hands the world / holds your hands take / the powder dispersed / and feel so warm and huddled down / in bed where dreams come differently / from nothing / but sequence scared / and scared get phantom rickshaw / come to pick you up / for the darktown strutters say / my feet have heavy shoes and now / the line of the train is called / shuttery kodak... The first substantial collection available from Larry Kearney in two decades, since Streaming (O Books/Trike, 1988), this book collects two new works. One exceptional long long poem--everything goes but the poem--stretches over some 60 pages, the extended lyric. It's joined by one shorter long poem, Calliope, some of the parts of which are pictures, some of the words of which are others' words. All together, they make a curious music: catch your breath and put it in the mayonaisse jar, with the cricket.