Geoffrey Nutter

We definitely have to feature the great work by Geoffrey Nutter in his piece "The Constant Critic" in Pinwheel, vol. 3, Summer 2013. I rarely see someone with the type of elegant languor of Tennyson. He's got it in spades. He's also got a hint of Edna St. Vincent Millay in him, but he's very fresh and his own at the same time.

Here's an excerpt of some of my favorite lines, but really the whole thing lives up to this standard of almost Emily Dickinson-esque movement--her greatest strength. I think he emulates the best in American voices without reverting to the folly of antique style-overload or too cute a tone:

[...]

Here is a lone eye

in the cubit stone

for venerating Makepeace

Thackeray, and garlands

of white violets. What

do they mean when they say

that they were carried

through centuries of meditation

as through the frozen, months-old

snow, as if through and against

an exile? In summer it was

green pillars of fresh grass

between the silos, the sky’s

tropes concerning multiplicity,

the hills adorned with gentians

of finality. 

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