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Initially, the language in this new work by Griffin Poetry Prize winner Solie (following Pigeon) can seem so dissociated as to be opaque ("Blue jay vocalizes a clash on the colour/ wheel, tulip heads removed one by one// with a sand wedge….There's a reason it's called the nervous system"). But the poems soon coalesce to communicate a distinct sense of unease, the language mirroring exactly our failure...Log In or Sign Up to Read More