comes to mind by way of actualizing a very real association of my thinking with them.
the work of others) causes to arise.
seem—make that which cannot come to appearance, nevertheless come to seem.
"got it," and exclaimed to the poet in his mind, "You almost had me there."
stunned and now capable of eternal storage among the other artifacts of eternity.
place to visit, but I wouldn't want to . . .
by any of this Maying. The value is in the thing itself, again, or not at all.
you, as its living passage along oblivion.
carried as instrument rather than suffered as "prison house," sets in play.
entered into—negotiations with what, can you tell me? Why nothing but the Truth itself!
with a text, I believe what I read!
of every tawdry condition of mind and soul ever projected onto poetic page.
critical reticence, political critique, or post modern elaboration.
phrases—abstraction from or intention toward the concrete reality of page-word in time?
return, and under the same stress as the return of the configurative in visual art.
What instrument lifts a word? What places space?
much as they stand.  Ms. Wolsak takes up the work where the Language people left off.
nugatory rattle of the negation of meaning. Nor does her poetry rest at a point "between"
floreate and luminous sense indeed, can be engaged without magical harm.
of property, propriety, private ownership, on whatever level of materiality or cognition.
his embodiments, for the nature of the god himself gives form, but has no form.