Thief In The Interior by Phillip B. Williams reviewed by Clara B. Jones

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Thief In The Interior
Phillip B. Williams
Alice James Books
Farmington, ME
82 pp

“I love my brother who wasn’t a brother of mine./Walking in an alley alone at night I bury my hands/in my pockets to appear brotherless, bordered/by the decay blowing from the stench.” Thief In The Interior, p 41

In separate articles, critics Natalia Cecire and Paul Stephens recently addressed the difficulty of defining “experimental” or “avant garde” writing. Quoting Cecire, “’Experimental,’ when applied to US writing, means many things, but tends to aggregate a relatively (but only relatively!) stable set of critical expectations, including, formal disjuncture, a sense of political or ethical commitment, and an association, but not strict, identification, with the experimental sciences.” To the extent that there might be consensus about this statement, it seems clear that, because of its inherent qualifications, experimental writing, in our case, poetry, may…

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