The early poems of an American master "I have loved the air outside Shop-Rite Liquor on summer evenings better than the Marin hills at dusk lavender and gold stretching miles to the sea. At the junction, up from the synagogue a weeknight, necessarily and with my father-- a sale on German beer. Air full of living dust: bus exhaust, air-borne grains of pizza crust wounded crystals appearing, disappearing among streetlights and unsuccessful neon." --"Poetics"...