Brain and Bones

Shamefully, I must confess that while full of springtime ambition and whatever else is in that season that spurs us to grasp beyond our reach, I had intended to assemble a gaggle of poetry titles coincident with National Poetry Month--though that commemoration has about as much weight as National Lawn Trash Month and National Septic Tank Renewal Month--nonetheless, as Plato warned (sort of), poetry makes us do crazy things, thus I will periodically try to make up for my oversight.

Jim Harrison, who has authored more than 30 books (novels, novellas, an anthology of food writing, nonfiction, poetry, screenplays) sees himself foremost as a poet: "Poetry, there's still a bit of the burning bush aspect of poetry descending on you, bang, you know? As they say, you never quite see it coming." He has published 12 collections of poetry--his latest is In Search of Small Gods (Copper Canyon Press), which contains this gem:

Spore of the gods, indeed.