May 2007

Merk Muir


This marks an author's first online publication Merk Muir cut his teeth on Andre Breton, James Tate, and Mark Strand . . . before sailing over to Yannis Ritsos and Odysseus Elytis (mostly, he says, because their names were just so damned poetic!) and recently crash-landed onto the archipelago of Pound, Eliot, and Bob Dylan . . . where he currently stands hoisting his flag.

People who read too much
always have bad breath,

and the French, of course,
are no exception. This is why

I choose to read Sartre et Camus
in a scuba suit. The atmosphere's

so calm down here. To see clearly,
you need only spit in your mask.



Merk Muir: Poetry
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