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Asbestos Heights

Asbestos Heights is the poke in the eye that misses and ends up somewhere else.rnrnIf you tore off the tops of canola —rnyellow canola flowers — would yournjump in a tub of canola margarinernjust to make the best of despair?rnrnImplored by concerned readers to be ‘classy’ and ‘real’ for once, David McGimpsey has composed a sequence of canonical note­books on all things ‘poetic’ and ‘poetical.’ Birds! Flowers! History! Sad leaders! The word ‘aubade’! They’re all here, in a serial, State Fair–bound collection of lyrics set in the working­-class belvedere of Asbestos Heights.rnrnAmong the refreshing lemon­-lime sodas of the world and the rousing lyrics to ‘Bootylicious,’ Asbestos Heights amps up McGimpsey’s trademark sideswiping of formal rhetoric and prosody with pop savoir faire to find his boldest collection. Imagine Petrarch in a Tweet war about where to buy a good pair of dad jeans. Imagine Yeats but with a lot fewer swans. Imagine a poet who was told long ago that nothing good ever comes out of a place like Asbestos Heights.

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