I heard Gary Barwin read at one of my favourite poetry series last fall, right around the time that No TV for Woodpeckers was coming together and starting the beginning stages of pre-pre-pre-marketing. It didn’t have a cover, and it didn’t have a release date, but as soon as Gary Barwin opened his mouth I knew I wanted to read it. There are many, many good poets in this world; Barwin isn’t just a poet, but a performer. His words have weight and momentum and heft.
Skip forward twelve months and I’ve finally gotten this appropriately neon collection home from the library. I only wish there were an audiobook version.