With tender attention and a keenly embodied curiosity, the poems in I am the dead, who, you Take Care of me are acutely aware of the ways in which language communes the living and the dead.
By turns playful, mournful, and darkly humorous, these are works which ultimately leave us emboldened in their wake..
I want life/but for the living he writes.
By situating himself among lyric poets such as Jack Spicer, John Ashbery, and Amiri Baraka, Anthony Mccann reveals how poetry can be both an unnerving and enlivening sort of devotion.
Here we find that the past is a perfect copy of the land./ But with all the panic of the meat.
Following the poet\'s recent prose work on the historical and ecological conflicts of the American West, these poems are necrosocial biomes where the living play Dead and the Dead bite back.
With tender attention and a keenly embodied curiosity, the poems in I am the dead, who, you Take Care of me are acutely aware of the ways in which language communes the living and the dead
