I love the fluidity of memory and identity in Still Looking for Neuzil because both are pungent with terror and love. Time is against the speaker because he is against himself as movingly as the speakers in the best dark Coleridge poems. The veteran de-creates the world and the self in an attempt, however desperate, to make peace with "Being Back in the World." In Fredson's poems this hopeful and disheartening mantra burns far into the 21st Century...
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