Adios, Samuel Menashe

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  1. Anonymous
    Anonymous August 24, 2011 at 11:47 pm .

    found and quickly too that Menashe poem<br /> (I was close but no cigar)<br /><br />notice that the leaps that he leaps are by huge<br />leaps and bounds…<br /> which, in my mind&#39;s eye &amp; ear,<br />take me far beyond any sink/dinky boundaries:<br /><br />Promised Land<br /><br />At the edge<br />of a World<br />Beyond my eyes<br />Beautiful<br />I

  2. Anonymous
    Anonymous August 24, 2011 at 11:32 pm .

    Sam Menashe lived in Manhattan in a very similar cold-water walk-up flat like Fay&#39;s <br /><br />4 th floor the kitchen table lid lifted to reveal the cast iron ballandclaw tub<br /><br />and from the single window you could look out<br />across the Hudson River and see<br /><br />all the way to Mother Russia<br /><br />I went with Fay, to a reading at Cooper Union (where she was

  3. Joseph Hutchison
    Joseph Hutchison August 24, 2011 at 10:48 pm .

    I wonder if he and Samperi ever met or corresponded across the old/new testament divide….

  4. Conrad DiDiodato
    Conrad DiDiodato August 24, 2011 at 4:36 pm .

    I like the &#39;materiality&#39; of Menashe&#39;s verses (the few I&#39;ve just read in &quot;Eyes Open to Praise&quot;), &amp;, more particularly, the religiosity based on the &#39;living&#39; letter of scripture, such as in a line like &quot;Every derelict stem/Engenders Jerusalem&quot;.<br /><br />Reminds me of Frank Samperi.

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