Alden Nowlan is one of those rare poets one finds only if searching for the unusual, the stark, the capital T Truth. His gift of poetic breadth moves from journalistic to surreal and whatever he aims at, he hits his mark.
An absolutely wonderful and talented poet. I'm so sad that 55 years of my life have passed before I took notice of him. Sometimes we don't know what we don't know. Alden is certainly the poster child of that.
Why don't the records go blank the instant the singer dies? Oh, I know there are explanations but they don't convince me I'm still surprised When I hear the dead singing As for orchestra's I expect the Instruments To fall silent one by one