Today's poem is "The One Moment When Dandelions Don't Die"
from Last Window in the Punk Hotel Last Window in the Punk Hotel

Rain Mountain Press

Rob Cooklives in New York City’s East Village. He is the author of six collections, including Asking my Liver for Forgiveness (Rain Mountain Press, 2015), Undermining of the Democratic Club (Spuyten Duyvil, 2014), Blueprints for a Genocide (Spuyten Duyvil, 2012) and Empire in the Shade of a Grass Blade (Bitter Oleander Press, 2013). Work has appeared in Asheville Poetry Review, Caliban, Fence, A cappella Zoo, Zoland Poetry, Tampa Review, Minnesota Review, Aufgabe, Caketrain, Many Mountains Moving, Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review, Harvard Review, Colorado Review, Bomb (online), Sugar House Review, Mudfish, Pleiades, Versal, Weave, Wisconsin Review, Ur Vox, Heavy Feather Review, Phantom Drift, Osiris, etc.

Other poems by Rob Cook in Verse Daily:
September 28, 2016:   "Market Research Interviewer" "That summer I had to push my voice into the phone..."

Books by Rob Cook:

Other poems on the web by Rob Cook:
"Slow Death by Gunshot"
Two poems
Four poems
Two poems
Two poems
"Guitar Song"

About Last Window in the Punk Hotel Last Window in the Punk Hotel :

"The images and voice of Rob Cook have been compared to that of Cesar Vallejo. It has been noted that the 'difficulty of his poetry [Vallejo] initially hindered the international recognition it deserves.' Like Vallejo, the poetry of Rob Cook might be considered difficult and the same sort of descriptive language applied to Vallejo’s work 'impressionistic, chaotic, even incomprehensible' might be applied. Vallejo and Cook share the visionary eye, the quick surprise, vulnerability and often a quizzical playful; tone that a child might delight in."
—Mitchell Denning

"Lorca knew so well, people are moved by duende. And that guy, the one who knows how to meet the wind, the one you need to read, the one who understands. ..the man who wields surrealism like a wand to summon memories in surprise tastes, measures from poignant to bittersweet....sometimes just plain bitter, that man whose words makes your blood rush dark and furtive... that guy is Rob Cook. Remember his name. He’ll be poet laureate of this country one day. Find his poems online, find his books, wrestle an angel for it, sucker punch a muse to read it. It s not a skill like harnessing, but a release, like inviting the wind in. And when the wind and the poet become one, the duende, the deep song from the center comes alive and breathes its momentary but long lasting touch upon your soul. It’s an intuitive lyrical dance, the duende comes and you get out of the way and put yourself in its way. Rob Cook has mastered the dance."
—Gail Gray

"Last Window in the Punk Hotel is the most recent collection from one of America's most daring poets. It can be unnerving to read the reality Rob Cook brings to his language, especially when it gets so close to your face. If you don't flinch, or run off, however, his work brings a lot more to you than you might think of bringing to it. Reading these poems closely, looking into their eyes, you can't help but know that no matter which side of the mirror Cook appears to be on, his reflection is pretty much your own. And if it just so happens to be one you've never faced before--which is most likely--then, it's obvious you should have been paying closer attention. "
—Paul Roth

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