In No Other Rome, the title\'s "o"s are islands (wholes) or holes, lacunae, apertures through which we view the past or future.
When there is.
The Poems ask what lasts--"please last"--and what might be the last (or, with an "o," "lost,") "time," "auk," or "breath" as we move away from twentieth-century concerns into an unpredictable future.
The Poems in this collection engage contemporary art and Modern literature, alongside texts from Classical Greece and Rome, in an embodied, intertextual worry.
In No Other Rome, the title\'s "o"s are islands (wholes) or holes, lacunae, apertures through which we view the past or future