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"Reality may be stranger than fiction, but Michael Earl Craig's poems make a laudable effort to even the score. Quite possibly the funniest poet writing today, Craig's unadorned poetry tends toward the deadpan and the offbeat, with an almost David Lynch-like sense of the uncanny."--The Believer "I like being in the world of Michael Craig's poems. Anything can happen, and probably will, and it will affect me in small or large ways that I couldn't have imagined. The precision of their imagery keeps me reeling with delight."--James Tate Michael Earl Craig furthers his existential, Lynchian leanings with masterfully composed new poems. He has borrowed the everyday and returned it defamiliarized, dark, and droll. Readers are ushered out of their contemporary bustle and into the intimate viewing room that is Craig's cinematic fourth collection. Wild for the Lord Someone is sitting on a tall stool before me. I have just very carefully cut my best friend's wife's bangs. My watch feels like a small corpse on my wrist tonight. Michael Earl Craig is the author of Thin Kimono, Yes, Master, Can You Relax in My House, and the chapbook Jombang Jet.
He lives in the Shields Valley, near Livingston, Montana.
Contents
Quick Sketch of a Bullet
The Same Dream
Sleepwalking through the Mekong
Winter
What Will I Call This Poem
Talkativeness
Jim
Cindy
Emotional Music
Group Therapy
Brief Speech
Curriculum Vitae
The Helmet
My Whereabouts
Idea for Screenplay
Wild for the Lord
At Quarter to Five
Lake Dolores
Poem for Manda
Everything We Know about Ants We Knew by 1976
Something That Happened Today
Tap Water
The Evening News
From the Couch
Novella
Monumental Painting
Primitive Men
The Cinematographer, a 42-Year-Old Man Named Miyagawa...
Deep Purple Stamina
The Conscious Fruit Fly
Shave Your Beard
Night Nurse
Tomatoes Disrespect Us
The More We Think about It
Freud's Last Cigar
Connect Four
The Prophet
I Am Examining a Small Crumb
In a Grove
For Marcel, My Index Finger
Glass of Wine
Advice for Horsemen
The Trench Coat
Who Is He
Now When I Walk through the Market
The Desk
Perhaps You See Where I Am Heading
The Desk
