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Sunday, January 23, 2005

Broadsheets of Richard Outram

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Until reading the broadsides online t'other day, I'd only read a scattered few of Outram's poems. Since, I've had the exquisite pleasure of reading his _Hiram and Jenny_, on the basis of which I'd have to say that Outram is indeed a giant of our poetry, as George says, and a damn fine poet regardless of geography. I'll be tracking down more of his books for sure.

-Zach

MackJohnny said...

_Hiram and Jenny_, eh Zach? I'll see if I can get my hands on it. You know, I've read the broadsheets before -- only online -- and I like 'em. And they always remind me that I've always wanted more of Yeats' Crazy Jane.

(You're the third ninja through here, that I know of. Y'all passing messages by semaphore?)

Anonymous said...

After the storm let up, I seen smoke signals over da 'ill... Just idle googling, really; came across a reference to the blog somewhere else, I think specifically referring to your reading of the Heaney poem. For some reason, I haven't been able to listen to your audio posts; something f'ed up with my sound, I think.

-Z

MackJohnny said...

The spider's doing its work well then.