Great Regulars: [Bruce Taylor's] form supplies

a good deal of his meaning.

We get a sense of this in the first lines of the first poem, "Nature." Taylor writes: "The assignment was,/you took some moistened bread/and put it under glass for seven days/and soon a tiny wilderness of mould/would start to grow." Taylor's voice is as plain and unfashionable as the white bread he writes about, and as deceptively clear and taken-for-granted as the water that moistens it; he writes in what Wordsworth called "the real language of men."

from Michael Lista: National Post: On Poetry: Bruce Taylor's 'No End in Strangeness'

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