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Kay Murphy has been one of the best American poets for over a decade, but because of the usual editorial bad taste and fashionable cliquishness her second book of poems, BELIEF BLUES, is just now coming out. It's one of the best in the last decade, however, so don't miss it. This Illinois-born but New Orleans-residing lady rips through the second half of the 20th century with fine poems such as "Skunk Childhood," "Early Forties Song," "The Widows of John F." and "A Pagan Tours Western Europe" and then carves to the center of the self's quivering marrow with echoes of greatness in "The Day My Grandmother Dies," "The Man Who Heard Vincent" and "Cezanne And The Body." The volume has an introduction by W.D. Snodgrass. He knows wonderful literature when he sees it. So will you when you read this book. It's miles beyond the self-conscious drivel of most contemporary poetry. I'ts tough, scary, beautiful stuff. Just what we need right now.