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\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"In Young's work, the big essential questions\u0026#151;mortality, identity, the meaning of life\u0026#151;aren't simply food for thought; they're grounds for entertainment.\"\u0026#151;\u003cI\u003eToronto Star\u003c/I\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Surrealism seldom seems as much like real life as in Young's hilarious and cautionary poems.\"\u0026#151;\u003cI\u003eBooklist\u003c/I\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cI\u003eBender\u003c/I\u003e gathers a generous selection of new work along with treasure from Dean Young's twelve volumes. Strongly influenced by Surrealism, Dean Young's poems flash with extravagant imagery, humorous speech, sly views of the quotidian, and the exposed nerves of heartache. As the American Academy of Arts and Letters raved, \"Young's poems are as entertaining as a three-ring circus and as imaginative as a canvas by Hieronymus Bosch. He is one of the most inventive and satisfying poets writing today.\"\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cB\u003eFrom \"Even Funnnier Looking Now\":\u003c/B\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cI\u003eIf someone had asked me then,\u003cBR\u003eDo you suffer from the umbrage of dawn's\u003cBR\u003edark race horses, is your heart a prisoner\u003cBR\u003eof raindrops? Hell yes! I would have said\u003cBR\u003eor No way! Never would I have said,\u003cBR\u003eWhat could you possibly be talking about?\u003cBR\u003eI had just gotten to the twentieth century\u003cBR\u003elike a leftover girder from the Eiffel Tower.\u003cBR\u003eMy Indian name was Pressure-Per-Square-Inch.\u003cBR\u003eI knew I was made of glass but I didn't\u003cBR\u003eyet know what glass was made of: hot sand\u003cBR\u003einside me like pee going all the wrong\u003cBR\u003edirections, probably into my heart\u003cBR\u003ewhich I knew was made of gold foil\u003cBR\u003eglued to dust . . . \u003c/I\u003e\u003c/p\u003e\u003cBR\u003e\u003c/div\u003e |
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