Great Regulars: They succeed where other science-minded poems

fail because despite their erudition and dizzying range of reference, they're still romancing the "breadth between feeling and knowing." "What a moron the heart is," he writes, a sentiment shared by many of the science poets whose work, for all its conceptual savvy, all too often feels bereft of feeling. But [Matthew] Tierney doesn't really mean it; the line appears in the poem "Suede Spats," a meandering meditation on the formation of the universe during a date at a '50s-style milkshake diner.

from Michael Lista: National Post: On Poetry: Probably Inevitable, by Matthew Tierney

~~~~~~~~~~~