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Julianne Buchsbaum
SLOWLY, SLOWLY, HORSES
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR | SELECTED POEMS | VIEW CART
This is the first book by a poet who has been compared to Wallace Stevens for her immaculate diction, her startling imagination, and her sophisticated and inventive musical ear.
REVIEWS & COMMENTS
"For Buchsbaum, observation of the natural world evokes all the complexities of a life lived in complete realization of our human faults and tendencies, our need for isolation in the face of our need for contact . . . . There is a knowledge of isolation, and an admiration of the ascetic monk in these poems that is haunting and richly attractive."
Pablo Peschiera, Gulf Coast
"Julianne Buchsbaum's Slowly, Slowly, Horses is a quietly furious book. Her language is as rich and eerily fascinating as bending down to look at something decomposing. But this is a different sort of nature poetryher landscape is 'a pasture of taints,' and her close observation of nature is really a close observation of language. And close observation of language is, of course, close observation of the human mind. There is something of Wallace Stevens in her precision, her incredible diction, and in the way her descriptions are simultaneously direct and mythical. She is also a redeemer of the simile in an age that distrusts simile; her ease and originality with them 'lingers like the perfume of a woman who has rushed from the room.' Which is exactly the case with her poems." Matthew Rohrer
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