Fluke PrintJeffery Donaldson’s Fluke Print reflects on chance occurrences, on quiet, familiar scenes and impressions—prints, if you will—in which ‘Each word’s a wake that, glancing, folds aside / in parting phrases, under a furrowed brow, / then opens into passing stillnesses...’ His is a poetic world in which myth and memory are fitting counterparts to science and knowledge; in which pain, passion, and patience are equally worthy sources of inspiration; in which space and time are relative concepts, illusions of each other, points of intersection on a continuum that is vast and may, in the end, be unknowable. In Fluke Print, Donaldson invites readers to don the mantle of a man filled with questions and doubt, to approach the cagey, skittish muse, to conjugate the moods of selfhood and to seek apprenticeship to a great scholar of being.
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Contents
Poem Whisperer | 12 |
Word for Tree | 14 |
Contrapuntal | 16 |
Fountain | 17 |
Man Filled with Questions | 18 |
19 | 19 |
Last Thinks | 27 |
Translation of an Unwritten Love Poem 48 Copula | 48 |
Safekeeping | 53 |
Uttoxeter | 54 |
Found in an Essay by Max Beerbohm | 55 |
THREE | 57 |
The Natural Science of Subsequent Things | 59 |
Phobos | 61 |
Resurrection Motif 62 Vespers | 62 |
Continuum | 63 |
Nones | 50 |
Metaphors of Love Are Like What You Make Them | 51 |
As I Bend Towards | 52 |
Vacillating 64 Forest | 64 |
Reading Biography | 65 |
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