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Wallace Stevens’s assertion that “all poetry is experimental poetry” wouldn’t be a bad motto for Turpentine Headache. At the heart of this collection are fifty-five poems the author calls Calypso Illogics, a form comprising three tercets of three-word lines, open to the lyric virtues of a relaxed syntax that blurs and blends the usual rules, a technique that can achieve—when other variables (including, crucially, whim) line up just right—an almost uncanny naïveté.
Wallace Stevens’s assertion that “all poetry is experimental poetry” wouldn’t be a bad motto for Turpentine Headache. At the heart of this collection are fifty-five poems the author calls Calypso Illogics, a form comprising three tercets of three-word lines, open to the lyric virtues of a relaxed syntax that blurs and blends the usual rules, a technique that can achieve—when other variables (including, crucially, whim) line up just right—an almost uncanny naïveté.
