But then, from way off, with crankingcomes my night, and when it arrivesI go to it like a callboy to a c-note.--My InteriorJeff Clarks poems . . . marry the stoned reveries of our postmodern era with the symbolist bliss of a previous one . . . InMoreBut then, from way off, with crankingcomes my night, and when it arrivesI go to it like a callboy to a c-note.--My InteriorJeff Clarks poems . . . marry the stoned reveries of our postmodern era with the symbolist bliss of a previous one .
. . In meticulously crafted verse and prose poems, The Little Door Slides Back offers the reader glimpses of a shadow world, seen by a visionary who has a clear strategy for depicting them. --*Ruth Andrews, Rain TaxiA 120-page spell .
. . This is a beautiful work whose accuracy edges on the uncanny. Within, among, and around it all is presence, an almost hallucinogenic immediacy in which everything is seen and is in turn seeing. --Cole Swenson, American Letters & CommentaryClark integrates fin-de-siècle richness, hallucinatory vision, and a gothicism extracted from the bleak cul-de-sacs of postmodern life . . .
constructing a flaneur who is both terrified and bemused by the world he enters as the little door slides back.--John Yau, Boston Review