two-page spreads “where you lay/lie” within qualm/
calm. We enter solace as Vogler's sonar places us,
assures us: “a brave way sits with/in you.” This book
can be read forward or backwards page-by-page.
Either way, Vogler pledges “here: no claim of arc is
made” then offers “these are the small/ holds
allowed/to sentence// to think.” Brilliant. In a
world of collisions, he splashes open breathing space.
-Lori Anderson Moseman
Brad Vogler’s my radius, a small stone, dowses the
living site of origination, how anyone thinks in
spans, “ensemplastically,” to use Coleridge,
gathering not symmetries or perfections, but the
swale of a living earth: “listenscape//a hold shaken
but.../held//these are our//lake//lake///calls///
(a)/ loud hold.”
-Matthew Cooperman
little wound
made more & more
sharp with thought &
thought
two-page spreads “where you lay/lie” within qualm/
calm. We enter solace as Vogler's sonar places us,
assures us: “a brave way sits with/in you.” This book
can be read forward or backwards page-by-page.
Either way, Vogler pledges “here: no claim of arc is
made” then offers “these are the small/ holds
allowed/to sentence// to think.” Brilliant. In a
world of collisions, he splashes open breathing space.
-Lori Anderson Moseman
Brad Vogler’s my radius, a small stone, dowses the
living site of origination, how anyone thinks in
spans, “ensemplastically,” to use Coleridge,
gathering not symmetries or perfections, but the
swale of a living earth: “listenscape//a hold shaken
but.../held//these are our//lake//lake///calls///
(a)/ loud hold.”
-Matthew Cooperman
two-page spreads “where you lay/lie” within qualm/
calm. We enter solace as Vogler's sonar places us,
assures us: “a brave way sits with/in you.” This book
can be read forward or backwards page-by-page.
Either way, Vogler pledges “here: no claim of arc is
made” then offers “these are the small/ holds
allowed/to sentence// to think.” Brilliant. In a
world of collisions, he splashes open breathing space.
-Lori Anderson Moseman
Brad Vogler’s my radius, a small stone, dowses the
living site of origination, how anyone thinks in
spans, “ensemplastically,” to use Coleridge,
gathering not symmetries or perfections, but the
swale of a living earth: “listenscape//a hold shaken
but.../held//these are our//lake//lake///calls///
(a)/ loud hold.”
-Matthew Cooperman
two-page spreads “where you lay/lie” within qualm/
calm. We enter solace as Vogler's sonar places us,
assures us: “a brave way sits with/in you.” This book
can be read forward or backwards page-by-page.
Either way, Vogler pledges “here: no claim of arc is
made” then offers “these are the small/ holds
allowed/to sentence// to think.” Brilliant. In a
world of collisions, he splashes open breathing space.
-Lori Anderson Moseman
Brad Vogler’s my radius, a small stone, dowses the
living site of origination, how anyone thinks in
spans, “ensemplastically,” to use Coleridge,
gathering not symmetries or perfections, but the
swale of a living earth: “listenscape//a hold shaken
but.../held//these are our//lake//lake///calls///
(a)/ loud hold.”
-Matthew Cooperman