Sphere: The Form of a Motion

This is one of my very favorite books, but it took me a hundred months to get up the gumption to send it out to our Phinney by Post subscribers. Why? For one thing, it's a book-length poem. For another, it's presented as a single sentence, and it's mostly (but not always) conceptual rather than personal. You might not find a doorway in right away, but when you do, you might get swept away, because the beauty of the book is, as the title hints, in its movement, its turning and swinging from big ideas to small ones, from the galatic to the microscopic, from high-falutin' language to earthy words. There's something welcoming but also breathtaking in the whole performance: as I've sometimes declared, if I have a religion (which I don't) it's this book.