Again

Shaped by an effortless breath line, Joanne Kyger's poetry is gifted with exquisite sensory awareness, a landscape painter's eye, and friendly compassion. It conducts an intimate debate on the process of language, always with a wonderful sense of humour, sometimes self-deprecating, sometimes excoriating the bad behaviour of miscreants and proponents of a false culture. This long-awaited collection spans a decade of daily life, death, seasons, bird migrations, journeys -- and the who, what, where, even the why of conscious human puttering. An active presence in the San Francisco Bay Area poetry scene for forty years, Joanne Kyger was one of the few women involved with the Berkeley Renaissance, a constellation of writers around Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, James Broughton, and Robin Blaser. One of the pioneers of American Zen, she remains a practising Buddhist, and her poetry radiates the shapely art of a shapely mind.