The man in these poems, the poet in residence, is irresponsibly
irrepressible, his wit barbed with warmth, his bait compulsively
edible, his verve seemingly infinite. The cry is one part
cock-a-doodle-doo, to two parts koo-koo-ka-choo. The flavor is
somewhere between absinthe and strong black tea. The music is
Mahler's lost symphony for solo accordion. Occasionally there are
jalapenos in the dark, merciful mineral waters in the white wine,
bothersome gravels in the kidney, and a mushroom cloud on the
horizon. Poet Ann Drysdale writes: "Many of us may begin life as
glorious babes, but few will end up as glorious and uproarious in
our declining years as John Marcus Powell. In these poems he lifts
the lid on life and love, demonstrating effortlessly that they are
one and the same thing."
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