Eric T. Racher

@ericracher.bsky.social

Words in Nimrod, Exacting Clam, ballast, Apocalypse Confidential, minor literature[s], Socrates on the Beach, Your Impossible Voice, and elsewhere.

Years ago I enjoyed poems by JH Prynne. His death moved me to read him more systematically. A revelation. I encountered anew the rigour & abandon, brio & determined care, utter originality & deep rootedness in literary history that constitute a truly vocational poet. Here is my thread-essay 1/104

The front cover of J.H. Prynne’s Poems. A yellow cover with an inset black-framed image of yellowish brown stones, native crystalline sulphur

Poems about Hollywood as a place of emigres and exiles, a place always eating up and reinventing its past, in a range of poetic forms: done with a light, deft touch, and with a selection of translations from other Russians who ended up in LA at its core.

'My Hollywood & Other Poems' by Boris Dralyuk