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Matthew Dickman – Four Switches

1. VENT I can feel the Christ inside me with his side cut open so he can breathe like a fish like someone who has been choking on a small bone, maybe a tiny part of another animal’s vertebrae, when … Continue reading

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Matthew Dickman reads from ‘Mayakovsky’s Revolver’

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Matthew Dickman – Getting it Right

  Getting it Right Your ankles make me want to party, want to sit and beg and roll over under a pair of riding boots with your ankles hidden inside, sweating beneath the black tooled leather; they make me wish … Continue reading

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The Poetry That Matters Most: On Matthew Dickman’s Mayakovsky’s Revolver

I’m almost done reading through Matthew Dickman’s newest book of poems, Mayakovsky’s Revolver (Norton 2012).  I’m in the thick of my first semester as a Master’s student and I’m swamped with language, so I’m taking it slow.  I think you … Continue reading

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Matthew Dickman – Field

I’m standing in the field trying to figure out if there was a difference for my older brother, the first time he cut himself, between his body as the beginning of a long, drawn out, war and his body as … Continue reading

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