Relax. This specific emptiness (the desert’s) is not about you, it’s about nobody, but not about you specifically JARED STANLEY, EARS (Nightboat Books) Last night’s rendezvous with poetry, poets BEN MEYERSON HOLCOCENE and JARED STANLEY conjure, mesmerize. knife | fork | book Photos: KIRBY
and NEXT FRIDAY knife | fork | book at The Dark Side Studio | 244 Augusta Avenue | 2nd Floor | Kensington Market | Toronto Doors 6:30 Poetry 7 Access: We are a second floor walk-up with two all-gender washrooms. Please remove your shoes upon entrance.
I like to think of JARED STANLEY’s Ears as a friendly rejoinder to Frank O’Hara’s “Personism,” a brilliant collegial corrective that places the poem not between two persons but just simply between, as open to the gritty wind off the Nevada desert as to the spy novels and hot wings of the anthropocene. Indeed, for Stanley, the […]