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November 1, 2017 / barton smock

review of Kaveh Akbar’s {Calling a Wolf a Wolf}

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Calling a Wolf a Wolf
poems by Kaveh Akbar
Alice James Books, 2017

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review by Barton Smock

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It has been hard, of late, for me to read poetry because my son is getting older and his sickness, younger. I know my son is not his body, but his body is a crash course in logistical identity. I read Kaveh Akbar’s book, Calling a Wolf a Wolf, with its fleeing of density and with its character-driven desertions, and found proof of place. It kept me from sleep’s rootless sideshow, and called to me from its phone booth made of wax. I wrote this note to myself after the first read-through: if blood spoke, or saw- have I ever seen so much person?

I will not quote from the book here, or give guidance from this point, as sharing is sometimes an erasing. I do not think my own appropriations…

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