Fairly interesting prose poems by Fred Muratori today at Poetry Daily,
which over the last couple of months has put some Michael Palmer, Rae
Armantrout & others into their usual blend. The end of the first
suggests Philip Larkin could have made it as a private detective -
presumably the man himself, not as author.
"Guilt is no different retreated from than withstood. That's a Philip
Larkin line in its bones. He was just a surname away from Marlowe, and
would probably have been quite good at this game: nondescript,
unmarried, few friends, his hand quick to the gundrawer at the
suggestion that routines he had spent a lifetime perfecting were about
to be disrupted by a livid husband, or a beautifully enraged widow."
PD is at: http://www.poems.com
Pete.
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