Yeah, last month, around this time, I recommended the Matthew Dickman poems that appeared in APR. And, again, I come across his poems in the Winter 2008 issue of Tin House, and I say tender. Or how about self-conscious tender. Or, well, sincere, but smart enough to know that sentimentality would be a sticky syrup interfering with the authority of the speaker, but still earnest, and for this poem at least, genuinely affectionate. These Matthew Dickman poems, what is this electric, this tension he makes?
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