COOLIDGE, Clark
Radium Out Cold

I think this galaxy was badly written
maybe the universe entire all our Worst ideas
made real without our knowledge something
did this using us as basis our base notions as
clubs to skew the system forever and wait
I thought I just saw something
lookis like a job for forearm and lobe
or lath and we’ll see  the solution?

This newest collection by Clark Coolidge is a kind of pure poetry that reflects the the writer’s life work of interacting with language. For those who are drawn in, Coolidge’s work takes on an importance that permeates how we think and hear and see and live, complete with an ongoing sense of play and utter joy in the manipulation of words. Each poem presents the possibility to experience something outside accepted structures of meaning. In a time of pervasive finger wagging, Coolidge doesn’t tell anyone anything, but invites the reader to hear something never heard, to think what's not been thought, to set off into dream, to discover a new world, to make a new world. [publishers’ note]

Published by Lithic Press, 2024
Poetry