Tuesday, February 26, 2013

News at Eleven: The poems in "The Lease" tend to step

forward quietly. Take, for instance, "Under Air," about the everyday lethality of one of oil drilling's byproducts, hydrogen sulfide. It begins with the poet holding his own oxygen mask:

"All men must be clean shaven, a small mustache is acceptable but the rubber has to seal/Here, your pale-boy face is a virtue; the men dull 10 razors a month."

What we have here is a naming of parts and perils. But Mr. [Mathew] Henderson swings the poem around like a derrick.

from New York Times: On the Job, and Reading Between the Gritty Lines


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