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Glasseye Raspberry
The plum house
holds a picture
inside itself.
An empty kimono
walks wearing
a mask of bone.
A snowflake
does battle
with a moose.
An apple
protects me
from certain death.
The Philosopher Savant
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Review by Stephen Page
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In the first poem of the book the narrator, as a young boy, skips church and wanders the countryside, discovering new truths, learning he is able to think for himself, coming to his own conclusions about himself and the world, and finding out he is not bound by non-secular dogma. This is where the Philosopher Savant comes into being.
The book follows the remembrances, dreams, fears, evaluation, assessments, and vision of the Philosopher Savant. He is an average person, a father, a householder with a job—but he has a vagrant soul and the fugue vision of a shaman.
Larson writes in the veins of Whitman and Shakespeare. Some of his poems read as contemporized sonnets, and they have as much genius entwined as Shakespeare’s. While reading the poems, I had a feeling of transcending my self, a oneness with the “all”. The thesis of…
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Faulkner
I wish I could show you the source of my amusement but I
can’t it was delivered in an ice box three hundred million years
ago and it has been there since anticipating time or the mind
that will discover time on the shores of some mossy
simultaneously existing/non-existing primordial earth It sits
there silent and square totally emotionless to the tiny grubs and
centipedes that crawl over its smooth porcelain skin Totally
inert but inside it is something that will outlast the shores and
water even the sun and myriad furry life forms that will bump
and crawl their way to the edge of their individual eternities It
is there denting the sand silent unmoved not feeling hunger
because hunger isn’t yet thought of nothing there to think it not
happy because happiness is still unboiled stagnant and cold as
unreal as the possessions and human bodies that will
someday give it birth
from The Dryland Fish, 2003
