“What a lark! What a plunge!”-Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
For England, it has been hot, and nobody has air conditioning. While waiting for it to cool down enough to sleep, Val and I have been taking turns reading poems to each other in the evenings, and none more enjoyable than those from Tim Krcmarik’s new collection The False Lark. So when Andrew Philip asked what was topping my Summer reading list, I had this to say.
I reviewed Tim’s first short book, The Heights, several years ago. His work has only improved, like a mature extra terrestrial, becoming more fully and strangely itself. Rarely is poetry un-put-down-able, but here is some. Aptly, it is due out soon from Houston’s Diabolical Genius Press.
You have been warned.