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Reviews

Maxwell Owen Clark was a new name for me, and reading this, his first full collection of poetry has occasioned surprise, fascination, admiration. And I have had a sense that something very old and entirely new is happening—simultaneously, as a single happening. That happen- ing is endless, timeless. We read of lyric time as transcendent, but that is not what I want to call attention to here. What I find in (((...))) is a vital, incessant, creative onflowing of poetic language—of poesie, even, though there is nothing quaint about the poetry here gathered. The title is a portal. Through it whatever Clark’s attention chances upon turns into poetry and comes swirling to us. Whoever he is, he has poetry as his friend—poetry per se. This is a glorious and glorying book. —Lyn Hejinian