W.G. Sebald’s poetry collection After Nature. Not really poetry. Or maybe it is poetry. I don’t know what poetry is.
Posted on October 1, 2012 at 9:22 am in Books, Literature, Poetry, Writers | RSS feed
Fits my rather fuzzy definition. Hadn’t heard of him so I tracked down some of his poetry – I like it.
Nabakov, ‘the dream life of debris’
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