This is arguably Raczka’s best poetry work to date. Roaring Brook, 17. Elsewhere, mazes, dominoes, pencil erasers, and the subway (“a citified-just-slide-inside-and-take-a-ride electric mole”) provide ample fodder for Raczka’s inspired typographical experiments: in a recipe-style tribute to icicles, “Mother Nature’s freeze pops,” the spacing between letters makes some of the vertically oriented lines appear to drip. Wet Cement: A Mix of Concrete Poems Bob Raczka. (Not to be left out, the table of contents is shaped into a T, and the copyright information forms a copyright symbol.) Raczka sets a high bar with the first poem, “Takeoff,” in which the airborne T in the title becomes the Wright brothers’ airplane, with the playful accompanying poem (“Wright on course, headed for heaven./ One two three four five six seven”) a small hill below. Raczka ( Lemonade) returns to the subject of concrete poetry with a virtuoso gathering of 21 poems, in which he plays with the layout and form of both the poems and their titles. Wet Cement: A Mix of Concrete Poems Hardcover 8 March 2016 by Bob Raczka (Author) 4.8 out of 5 stars 69 ratings See all formats and editions Kindle 17.73 Read with Our Free App Hardcover 39.42 5 New from 25.57 Who says words need to be concrete This collection shapes poems in surprising and delightful ways.
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