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    Criss Cross
    Criss Cross
    Criss Cross
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    Criss Cross

    By P. Inman

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    Poetry. "By fully semanticizing the so-called nonsemantic features of language, Inman creates a dialectic of the recuperable & the unreclaimable, where what cannot be claimed is nonetheless most manifest."—Charles Bernstein. "Inman's work is as unsettling and resistant to habitual comprehension as the ambiguous figure and similarly raises questions about the nature of perception. Like Beckett, Inman challenges his reader/audience...to consider what is fundamental, presence or absence."—Joan Retallack. Peter Inman was born in 1947 and raised on Long Island. From 1980 to 2005, he worked at the Library of Congress, and since 2005 as labor rep and consultant. His books have included: Ocker (Tuumba Press, 1982), RED SHIFT and CRISS CROSS (Roof Books, 1988 & 1994), VEL (O Books, 1995), ad finitum (if p then q, 2008), AT. LEAST. (Krupskaya, 2009), and PER SE (Burning Deck, 2012). He resides in Maryland with the poet Tina Darragh. 
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoof Books
    Release dateSep 1, 1994
    ISBN9780937804575
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      Book preview

      Criss Cross - P. Inman

      hackensack

      drox. the space between Califor-

      nia above the jaw. the knock i left

      nooned metis. her reach maned to

      older women. the still pore of an

      arm, prose arrived to fragments,

      pulch. work stoppage balled up

      as content, moeb grammar, neck

      crossed out on the damage longer

      than he could think. Giotto com-

      pared to poured brow. the edges

      rubbed off exactly upon her throat.

      the pour of how they wall up

      lamp glows from brick dust

      jacket. cave nicotine gaze re-

      moved. Calvin’s loyalty to the

      word & not the image. a horn

      of film Comanche drake stretch

      emptied from a page. the lake

      of it thin people to dots. felt

      vug. H-block Long Kesh. pay

      rate in bird language think tan-

      ning their slow. rows upon

      pitch relations past striped in.

      that point of time, thin from

      small talk. ocean imagery with

      lipstick. modicumed passenger

      the passengers the exact french

      to their knees. light spread out

      by the time. the crossed out field

      in her breath. the wool in a verb

      now that it’s over. lace eaux.

      how can any square have makes.

      the writers i prefer by one by

      distance of Russian novels. an

      anise of last minute. childhood

      labor laws off the books again.

      black hair without the time

      scale to it. toffee logan. her

      sing off his fingertips. cones

      as lukes. a round childhood

      brook as the leverage behind it

      jobs spelled from distances.

      blemish vades. his back to

      the wall grouped out of book

      side, its whited beer by.

      stillness paired with tire speck.

      sentences once the mind ceases

      secco. rubbed up nature. an

      empty carport while i waxed

      into a hill. woman seen from

      behind further

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