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How Rain Records Its Alphabet

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This collection of poems seems to be forced upon the public because the author wanted it read, not because the public wanted it. The structure of the poems themselves are pretentious in nature, daring to mimic the individual styles exhausted years ago. There is nothing new in the pages of this book, it is the same faux intellectual standard that is adored by the liberal minds that have dominated the "cultured" class of the past few decades.

Triteca's book is a fine retreat into words and seasons. 'Residence in the High Desert' closes the book and it is a 40 page tour de force of imagery and words that puts the reader into all the richness of an encounter with nature. 'Spotty moon, striated dusk. How ambient noise muffles the city's halt. Red valerian bows in the snow. We walk your first storm.' His writing is inventive and understated. His love of nature is unmistakable and infectiously shines through in his poems.Some of it escapes me and that is part of the fun too. I enjoy this book for the rich precise imagery and for the celebration of the natural world in wilderness and gardens.

this book is so weak, the author is so swallow and arrogrant with his poetry that i makes me want to vomit. if you want to ready real poetry pick up some shelley, if you want ranting this is your book.