On the back of April 2017 issue of Poetry, as advert/blurb, there were two lines by Rae Armantrout…
Where there’s smoke
there are mirrors.
An often employed trope of hers, it seemed. Take a common expression and give it a twist...make a wry turn on a well-worn phrase. (Charles Bernstein has done the same.) Often Armantrout makes a poem of a succession of this device. However, when I read the poems inside the issue, I was glad to see she didn’t overuse the device.
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