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These poems from Jeremy Halinen give us a haunting and curious reminder of our perfect ability for introspection, how easily we take advantage of our seemingly simple element of consciousness; and of how that can be lost or transcended.
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The sky was its usual color, flat and cold. In the muddy green pasture behind the milking barn, 82 Holstein cows grazed, wet and dirty but for their steamy pink udders. Among them was No. 67, a sturdy girl with more black than white on her patchwork hide. Something was about to happen inside her pale, thrumming brain.
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Marvin Bell ratifies pace in poetry, giving us a lasting and reassuring end-stop on each line. Because of this, his poems lend themselves to surprise, genius, and wonderfully excessive allusion.
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