Marble Goddesses with Technicolor Skins
I started a review of this book a long time ago. I never finished it. There are stunning moments in these words which are a melding of feeling and visuals poured into words ("a box within a box / a painted sky canopy protecting"), of words used for the felt sense, the tangible artistic experience, but different from the New York School ("Hope transforms into architecture..."). A lot of the rhetoric to get airborne should go, leaving this beautiful poetry, the generous observer who is informed and informing.