Image from Shearsman Books
Laurie Duggan's new book of poetry, The Pursuit of Happiness, arrived in the mail yesterday. I really enjoy Duggan's poems and style - his observations, wit, breavity, and word play. I have only had a chance to glimpse the first few pages, but I have already found lines to make me smile.
cement slabs, on which
black-faced sheep forage
the explosive factory
blew up in 1916
(from "Angles 1-18")
avoid places the guide books describe as 'bohemian'
only the northern edge of Brera begins to feel like real people
the sparrows are smaller than English sparrows
but the pigeons and blackbirds are the same size
in Veronese's 'Last Supper'
everyone appears drunk
Medardo Rosso sculpts
like wax melts
Ball's 'Dog on a leash'
just about describes the Quadrilatero d'Oro
the Stazione Centrale is under wraps
the futurists have abandoned the city