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Unread 09-01-2001, 10:32 AM
Alex Pepple Alex Pepple is offline
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She's everyone's Blondie & now, she's also hot off the press -- available right now from Missing Consonant Press: Conditions Horizontal, poems by Claudia Grinnell.

You may pre-order your copy by sending an email to Grinnell@spock.ulm.edu , indicating snail mail address and quantity. The full-length book sells for $12 (plus $1.50 s+h) and will be autographed on your request.

This is what readers have had to say:

"Claudia Grinnell is uncannily at home in a nature that is recognizably surreal, yet acutely apt. She has created a poetic idiom suited to carrying the burdens of intelligent inner life while marvelling in faux-simplicity at the landscapes she has made. It's a feat only genuine poets can claim: Claudia Grinnell is phenomenal."
--Andrei Codrescu

"Claudia Grinnell's poetry is smart, savvy, full of bravado. The poems in this full-length collection will please all readers of good poetry.
... . . her work distinguishes itself with a rich, resonant voice. One that beckons, lures, and wins you over with a wallop of wisdom, humor, and exquisite language. This is the winning combination in the best of contemporary poetry, and Conditions Horizontal is chock-full of it. This book will uplift your spirits and make you live better. Don't wait for it to come to you, run out and buy it now. Read it. Savor it. Give copies to friends."
--Virgil Suarez

"Grinnell's poems leave doors open at night to a movement of entries and exits, a scary vulnerability. Old sailors come and go, as well as categorical waitresses and systems of belief. Things are stolen--plastic Buddha, emptiness, native soil, credence--and things are left--rules for dying, God's mirror, an ancient compass. All things become instruments to locate the speaker of these somnambulant poems, first, beside a torpid river idling in a blasted deep-south landscape, and then outward bound to the place where the human soul wakes to its possible uselessness, almost happily. No concessions here--just tough bargaining."
--William Ryan


Cheers,
...Alex


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