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Title: The Principal Pleasure
Review: The Pleasures of C is book that not only rewards frequent rereadings, but demands them. The poems again and again invoke the great modernist arts of jazz and photography as grand, continuous, integrative conceits. As one explores the work's peculiar synesthetic depths, one finds oneself drawn back and forth from poem to poem, sensing a life's worth of reading, listening, thinking, and feeling condensed in them. One poem in particular haunts, "A Simple Metaphor." Where in our time has poetry come so close to the Poundian ideal, "language charged with meaning to the utmost possible extent," so close to fixing life itself in words we can speak?
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