Tonight, I can’t tell what the poems say.

I almost gave in. Traded my life for the garbage and bargain of bright lights, and ritual slaughter.
Now, I’ve gone too far. And all the more I was unconvinced.

That’s a quick punch your nerves can’t accept.

Sad contumacy, no song.


I make my exit among the back-handed essayists.
We exclaim politely.

We smile like Siamese who realize there are no twins.

The sooner you get over yourself, the sooner you begin.

You know what it means to read, you have no idea what it costs to live this.

©Dean Baker


‘Poetry that is classic and timeless.’

Vital, intense and uncompromising – singular in clarity, artistry, and authenticity.’

Work which illuminates as it informs – a reviving sense of discovery and perspective.’

**Dark Earth – ‘Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems…’

‘The most unique set of poems I have ever read’

**Silence Louder Than A Train – ‘Highly recommended’ ‘ would be  hard pressed to do better…’

‘…savagely introspective…’

Dean’s books will someday be required reading…’

©Dean Baker

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