Description: "Wit, the impeccably dressed and better educated sibling of funny, suffers an unstable reputation: clever yet aloof, socially polished but oddly cold. In the warmer, less formal surroundings of Ron Koertge's poems, however, wit lets down its guard and, behold: charm, intelligence, amazing inventiveness, and a kind of sweetness in its patient regard for a world so frequently bereft of those qualities. So what could be more welcome than a new Koertge collection, where wit presides, and wisdom elegantly clothed in laughter is always in attendance." -B.H. Fairchild "It has been apparent from Ron's earliest published works-many of which long ago qualified as contemporary classics-that he was the most innately talented poet of his generation (mine too: I might call us the Second World War-Babies). No one has been more gifted at transferring to the page the wittiest, most concretely detailed, and most startlingly original conceits of a dazzlingly colloquial phalanx of post-Beat, pre-Boomer bards. With the years he has streamlined his style, with no sacrifice of brilliance. His prose narratives, teaching career, and graceful readings are similarly legendary. Had I the power to do so, I would (in a wink and with one) decorate him as the next Poet Laureate of these good ol' United States." -Gerald Locklin "Ron Koertge's whimsical and smart-hearted poetry has given me decades of pleasure. His unique takes on what once upon a time was a tad ponderously called The Human Condition are here also generous enough to account for Rumpelstiltskin, Icarus, Little Red Riding Hood, and one of the lesser-known Gingerbread Men in baking history. If you're ready to find out who can't wait to sink his teeth into 'a soiled bag / of god-knows what,' which subject Gretel studies in night school after the death of her beloved Hans, what kind of fireworks the Christ child favors, where 'the body of Matthew Arnold always washes up,' and why the Trojan Pony 'smells like graham crackers inside,' then please proceed-without the usual caution. Koertge's poems are good for whatever ails us. They're a lot like the medicine his 'Medication Guide' describes as 'perfectly safe and effective. Well, not perfectly safe. Nothing's perfect. Almost safe. Nearly.' I'm glad to say there's nothing really safe about The Ogre's Wife , and we're already the better for that. Effective? Well, let's just say that in no time you'll feel like a million poetry bucks." -David Clewell, Poet Laureate of Missouri emeritus

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