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02 September 2014

"The poems of Anthony McCann are beautiful, brutal, and unerring. They present us with, or return us to, a complicated, violent, poignant, weird, and mysterious worlda world which is very particularly his, and also our own, re-sung. For some time now I have believed McCann to be one of the finest poets writing today."Maggie Nelson
"McCann demonstrates that the truth surrounds us all; our best way of connecting with it is through compassion and love. With equal parts exuberance and dread, the speaker encourages us to 'waste the whole day feeling these things.'"Boston Review
Thing Music is full of flesh, of creatures tangled in their worlds. Marked variously by the desert and coastal landscapes of Southern California and the intersections of phenomenology and anarchism, these poems are porous bodies, traversed by light and noise.
From "Mouth Guitar":
Now the pulsing afternoon
takes each belly in its hands
lifts it up towards some glass
and all that's inside
While he crawled on
with his body
towards vengeance
or the state
Anthony McCann lives in Los Angeles and teaches in the University of California-Riverside's Palm Desert MFA program. He is the "Poet Laureate" of Machine Project, and also teaches courses at the California Institute of the Arts.
Thing Music
The Day
Mouth Guitar
Thing Music
Speaker
Landscape for Brian Evenson
Let the Right One In
Death Valley for Noelle
The Nouns
Credo (Wind)
The City
The Shapes
The Shapes
Fetishism
Pleasure House
Like the Dirt (5 Ceremonies)
Mouth Guitar
Prodigals
Mouth Guitar
This Living Hand
The Selected
Susurrations
The Day (Paper Boat)
Poem
Amtrak on Hudson
Vow
Little Bodies
Bank Holiday
The Selected
Here they hunt the picturesque like beagles
On the night I was taken
I am melting for the fire
What a horrid climate
I am greedy of you
Loose a favorite bird
It would have pained me to have seen my own head