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Book (italiano): <DIV><P>“Nathaniel Mackey's poem is a brilliant renewal of and experiment with the language of our spiritual condition and a measure of what poetry gives in trust-'heart's/meat' and the rush of language to bear it.” —Robin Blaser</P><p>“Mackey's raspy rebus-like cultural resurfacings are both beautiful to read and worthy of repeated efforts at comprehension.” —<I>Publishers Weekly</I></P></DIV>
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