"'To stare is to see nothing. / It's in quiet observation where all becomes visible.' These lines sum up the vigilant spirit of Myronn Hardy's agile...
more "'To stare is to see nothing. / It's in quiet observation where all becomes visible.' These lines sum up the vigilant spirit of Myronn Hardy's agile second book, The Headless Saints, which offers an apt vision of the black Diaspora in cogent, kaleidoscopic shards. With a meticulous eye, he sees 'white chickens thin as vertebrae' or contemplates the inedible 'blood porridge' of a violent, bigoted world. Hardy's cosmopolitan poems can seem as delicate as a trellised vine or as strong as ironwork: he's a quietly artful, wonderfully clear-sighted poet." --Cyrus Cassells
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