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Company of Moths

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okay..for real?

if you are going to bash something, at least be knowledgeable about it. Vamos Viver is Portuguese for we live.

just by the way.

and i'm sorry if you couldn't understand some of his ideas, maybe looking a few references up would help you out..or maybe looking up some words..

it is abstract, but once you can get past that it is beautiful and complex.

Sorry this is so late! I didn't even realize I hadn't reviewed until just today...Anyway, this book got to me right on time and in great condition! Thanks!

Palmer's new work weaves in and out of meaning--that sd--what does that mean? nothing. The book is astonishing in that as poetry it reminds me of the wonders of reading--in and out of mind--and thought--while elucidating a world/created. which is what poetry does.

O, yet another charlatan whose tongue veers glibly between vacuous deserts and fatuous clutter, whose pen scrawls phrases of such frivolity that madmen might deem them profound. Uttered rubbish. "...casting off thoughts of the infinite, / will we have a good time?" he asks. The banal pretension of such feigned humility can only be likened to stumbling from a treasure chest onto the scrap heap of these self-indulgent, private mumblings. The poet's arrogance can be glimpsed not only from the cynical references to politics-corruption as usual, so why make any effort?-but also in the mauled Spanish title of the poem "Vamos viver," by which one assumes he meant to write "Vamos a vivir," "Let's live." The fact that he neither consulted a native speaker or a dictionary to learn that the verb "viver" does not exist in Spanish accords with the inauthentic and solipsistic nature of these scribblings, which only pretend to address the world in which we live, while remaining locked in the bubble of the "poet's" facile private ghetto, which alas does not merit even a brief visit.