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Poetry. "No one gets dark (or gets darkness) like Graham Foust. He's the one who'll say: 'A touch horrific is the green with which / the ground will tear the winter' while everyone else is writing their paean to spring. His (and ours) is a world of violence and ennui set to catchy numbers. 'I heard a fly buzz. / I don't know when I died.' In TIME DOWN TO MIND, Foust, now in early middle age, feels time's pressure as never before. He faces back...

Poetry. A MOUTH IN CALIFORNIA, Graham Foust's fourth book of poetry, uses the ironies and anxieties of contemporary life as a foil for mordant and sometimes violent humor. Through mangled aphorisms, misheard song lyrics, and off-key phrasing, Foust creates a unique idiom of tragicomic pratfalls, a ballet of falling down. Yet the elasticity of Foust's language repels the stiff-necked adversaries of thought: "what's the wrong way to break / that...

Poetry. Graham Foust's third book offers agile poems of dread and humor. Robert Creeley writes, "These poems move in close to luxuriant circles, round and round each particular syllable, neither hurrying nor dragging behind--just there. At times there seems an almost physical presence to them, a third dimension, which is substance." Foust is also the author of AS IN EVERY DEAFNESS and LEAVE THE ROOM TO ITSELF, available from SPD. He teaches Cr...

Poetry. "Graham Foust has written a gorgeously subversive field guide to the inner life, the poet's life--an anthem, if you will, to a borderless country, unbound from assumption. Brace yourself for the shock of recognition."--Dawn RaffelOn A Mouth in California: "Since so much of Foust's work is a declaration of what he likes, embraces, and wants to incorporate into his corpus--that is, his body--these poems instruct the reader to become what...

The uncanny ninth collection from Graham Foust"Reading TERMINATIONS is like watching a make-up tutorial in reverse--which is to say, the deconstruction of an art that, on its face, is applied to conceal and therefore beautify what is inherently colored by the decay it daily wears. So it shocks us to see something so seemingly done-up come undone and more shocking (and uncanny and satisfying) still to realize ah, that's what it looks like under...

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