When Virginia Woolf went to Greece in 1906, she felt that all lumps in the earth here are but so much dust heaped negligently over some well-ordered temple or statue beneath. Identical treasure is inherent in the heroic soil for Christopher Bakken; this poet is nurtured by lithic yield: Here I believe in stone, existence in the flesh . . . And with all the power of a burial that is yet a parturition, his book reads as a kind of tephromancy, a divination by ashes: Since the earth is god I am not dust but god. It is not ...

Goat Funeral 2006, Sheep Meadow Press

ISBN-13: 9781931357388

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