Soul Data

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"Soul Data is rarely compounded—of wit and music, surface elegance and intellectual depth, quirk and quandary. Its sensual intelligence is on high alert, and the sheer unsheerness of its language—all its densities and textures—is a linguiphiliacal delight. Unmistakeably American (the poetry’s occasions and its cadences alike serve for signature) it has the jinx-meister’s humors about it. There’s a dark streak, too, an eye for the natural indifferences that border the spotlit human heats. A fine rhetorical savvy, in a mind inclined to the chillier depths: among poetic gifts these days it’s an uncommon conjunction, a gift of mysteries, like the sight (across a night pond’s surface) of bright-blue shooting star: one hopes the other humans get to see it."—Heather McHughV [Linoleum]South of Spokane Street, a gear works turns its teeth—shadows in a cavern, through the cycles of a drop-forge piston, heft themselves and recoil in a dark rain of sparks, the echo off the blocks— pa-tang!—arriving late, repeats itself again, a ceaseless, a remorseless hammering home, a point made and lost in the patterns of work. Across the street, a hunkered stretch of houses, swing sets and cyclone fencing, a clatch of cars. The agent shrugs—"It’s zoned Residential/ Light Industrial"—pa-tong! A lunatic fringe of gladiolus fronts the walkways and the rows of empty rooms we roll by at low idle.