These are some sample pages from David Brazil's new Lew Gallery chapbook, printed by Micah Ballard and Sunnylyn Thibodeaux in an edition of 50. This chaplet finds Brazil at his finest—"make your leaven not / of shit & / wounds / but out of salt, / for son thou art"—once again proving that lyric "singing" is always lyric thinking! I'll see if I can't post the whole thing here in the coming week as I'm sure Micah and Sunnlyn are running out, but in the meantime, take a gander above...
No comments:
Post a Comment