Poetry of Roger Simon

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  • Judith Robertson

Abstract

In the Rare Book Room of the Strand I went looking for you, Three floors up and left off the red elevator, Past the gentlemenÕs leather chairs upholstered with hammered nails And over the plush Persian rug. I skipped the trajectory of Classic Pulp. (Imagine you using House of the Wolf As a platform for your commitment to tomorrow), Casting about instead in ManagerÕs Picks: (Martin Amos, James Joyce and Faulkner) Good company, but not your cup of tea, I guess. Moving on, I nosed through Treasures Under Glass (Lee Friedlander, ÒSelf Portrait, InscribedÓ), AndÑrelieved not to find you lurking thereÑ I ziggzagged on to Signed Copies and Ephemera. But the wish wouldnÕt take.

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Published

2015-01-01

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Vol. 47 No. 2 (2015): Remembering Roger I. Simon: A Pedagogy of Public Possibility

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