The Little Door Slides Back
by Jeff Clark
"But then, from way off, with cranking" "comes my night, and when it arrives" "I go to it like a callboy to a c-note." --"My Interior" "Jeff Clark's ... Show synopsis "But then, from way off, with cranking" "comes my night, and when it arrives" "I go to it like a callboy to a c-note." --"My Interior" "Jeff Clark's poems . . . marry the stoned reveries of our postmodern era with the symbolist bliss of a previous one . . . In meticulously crafted verse and prose poems, "The Little Door Slides Back" offers the reader glimpses of a shadow world, seen by a visionary who has a clear strategy for depicting them." --*Ruth Andrews, "Rain Taxi" "A 120-page spell . . . This is a beautiful work whose accuracy edges on the uncanny. Within, among, and around it all is presence, an almost hallucinogenic immediacy in which everything is seen and is in turn seeing." --Cole Swenson, "American Letters & Commentary" "Clark integrates fin-de-siecle richness, hallucinatory vision, and a gothicism extracted from the bleak cul-de-sacs of postmodern life . . . constructing a flaneur who is both terrified and bemused by the world he enters as 'the little door slides back.'"--John Yau, "Boston Review"