Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Great Regulars: [Mike] Allen's poems work best

when his bizarre lyricism is put in the service of a scary and taut narrative, as in "The Dream Eaters."

According to this little ditty, "when a dream attains substance and shape . . . it also becomes edible." Our speaker "learned of these things and more/the day I tasted my own dreams for the first time."

from Frank Wilson: Philadelphia Inquirer: Strange poetry from the dark regions

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