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    NEWER LIES
    NEWER LIES
    NEWER LIES
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    NEWER LIES

    By Dan Jalowica

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    These meticulous, skillful, and endlessly revealing poems are astounding in their restraint and delicate comprehension of the natural world. Minimal language and brief verses contribute to the precise imagery illustrated in these gorgeously spare narrative lyrics. From East Coker to Northern Ontario, the fine line between poetry and deceit lurks, inevitably, in the corners of each of our lives. Dan Jalowica illuminates precisely these in language honed, spare, pure, gorgeous. {Guernica Editions}
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGuernica
    Release dateJan 1, 2005
    ISBN9781550717723
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      Book preview

      NEWER LIES - Dan Jalowica

      DAN JALOWICA

      NEWER LIES

       ESSENTIAL POETS SERIES 136

      GUERNICA

      Toronto – Buffalo – Lancaster (U.K.)

      2006  

      Contents

      Time of Day

      In Harness

      New Rule

      Glance Ahead

      Vacation Pay

      Newer Lies

      Party Girl

      Mask and Storm

      What

      Wide Lens

      Cover Story

      Coming of Age

      Longer View

      Narrow Columns

      War Fever

      China Hunger

      Quick Study

      Prisoner

      White Road

      Hunter

      There to Here

      Perpetual Notion

      Red Skies

      Love Nailed

      What We Have

      Slow Mail

      Lost Keys

      Deep Wrinkles

      Old Figure and Ground

      Monarch

      Nods Divine

      Sad Bride

      North Country

      Long Haul

      Brushed Chrome

      Marathon

      Plain Spirits

      Splinters

      Sleep Lines

      Storm Door

      Hands

      High Life

      Protective Colours

      Altitude Losses

      Farm Journal

      Till Tomorrow

      Fast Glimpse

      Serious Goodbyes

      Drowning Pond

      Watchtower

      Best Instincts

      Blood Pressure

      Tour of Duty

      Quietist Companion

      Night Ride

      Rest in Time

      Turning Home

      Far Light

      Harmony and Sea

      Look North

      Acknowledgements

      To Judith, Antonio, and all hungry ghosts

      When I think back to my home, where there is no one left now, it always seems to me that things must have been different back then. Then, you knew (or perhaps you sensed it) that you had your death inside you as a fruit has its core.

      Rainer Maria Rilke

      Time of Day

      We know poverty and the mainstay 

      afternoon with its pillaged harmonies; 

      dawn dead and night yet to suffer.

      We forget nothing. We have

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