ISBN 978 0925904 88 1
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Oh boy oh boy cross Whitman (WHAM, Aaaarg!) with manic comic
book and the maddening lunacy of the onlinenewsandblogginggooglingradiotv about
horrendous Iraq debacle and Mr. EnhancedInterrogation Bush rococo financial
implosion and real zen koan lit and ghost snow silence throw in big gobs of
Tucson palo verde trees mashed gila monsters and spa filter motor breakdown and
you get more or less this whacko energetic yawp that is the real America with
all its exasperating anguish and superexpansive good humor. I greet you at the dawn of a brilliant career well underway Mr. Tenney Spellchecker!
— Norman Fischer
In Ghost Snow Falls Through the Void (Globalization), Tenney Nathanson by abandoning conventions of presentation to glimpse animate nature of being invents wonderful links (passages in a dated sequence) as incredibly funny morphs of actual life/ suffering/death instances. Nathanson’s inserted accounts of daily life such as war on Iraq are his versions of Spicer’s notion of the poet taking dictation from the radio. As we read we discover that the multitudes of faces and voices as if funny black holes that flow and morph into Walt Whitman, Cheney, or Orpheus as Tenney singing, like the quick-silver terminator in Terminator 2 flowing into then arising from linoleum, are a stream form of his Zen practice as merely unexpected occurrences.
— Leslie Scalapino
Tenney Nathanson’s brilliant, mysteriously stilted propositions had better watch it — all that fumbling around with synthetic judgments in a bendy poem body space, who knows what might happen? Against a backdrop of war, likenesses get glimpsed and then eluded: Whitman and the EPA report on toxic dust from terrorist attacks, Kool Aid Man comes crashing through the government’s rhetoric, and Billie Holiday is heard to sing “I kick my ass as I pass.” Using internet searches, allusions, typos, and a keen eye
for lusty flora and fauna of the southwest, Nathanson creates meditative digressions within digressions — kinetic identifications with vectors of sincerity. Part arcades project part jumbled sack of stuff, this exigent book lets symptom and critique roll around in the hay together, coming up with a sense of renewed possibility for the latter, sans fanaticism.
— Tim Peterson
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