The standard of literary criticism at Todd Swift's Eyewear is often incredibly high, and I check it for updates more or less daily. Today’s review by Catherine Woodward on five recent pamphlets stands out as a particular gem though:
“There is a strain of poets I call lexiphiles whose joy of language has at some point become completely subsistent on itself. They are a strange bunch, very passionate, particularly about phonemes and sibilance and glottal stops and I’ve read a lot of their poetry which is, suffice to say, heavy. It’s often hard to find the exact image that is being smothered by the exotic, word-horny enthusiasm that is meant to evoke it.”
