Daily Glance--Duriel Harris

Duriel Harris' Amnesiac is amazing.  Really, after reading it, I want to step out and scare someone with a "un lirio cortado."  The poet forgets, remembers, sings--with images, musical scores, and words thrown around on the field.   The language is varied, and the poems feel like minded history rammed into present city experience rammed into jazz.

I scavenge skull-winding streets
nagging towards appetite
an efflugent face oil-murked and salty

mind: mined asphalt, streaks.

This section is from one of the eight poems specifically titled "self portrait," but it feels like much of the poetry could be titled the same, except that in finding self we find a large portion of the populace.