Bagful of Bags

We rarely see poetry like this any more: gritty direct burdened by whats genuine whats human what counts. Paul Scollans Bagful of Bags jumps from our troubling war in Vietnam to a troubled city in Connecticut and along the way extols the extraordinariness of ordinary lives in which love can be a Ferris wheel and falling just a fast way of moving. It all ends with a declaration of self and a boldly simple statement of going forward: I do exist. I know I do.