Poem Of The Week: Bruce Cohen in The Missouri Review
Obviously, we are bombarded, inundated and, at times, overwhelmed by the influx of information, most of which has no bearing on our lives. This poem is a sort of contemporary moment while flipping through a magazine, watching the tube, cruising the internet and looking out into my backyard, after a tree had fallen, after a nightmarish jet-delay return home. The rapidity of information became the litany and music of the poem. And, oh yes, a little self-confrontation thrown in for good measures.