APOCRYPHAL ROAD CODE by Jared Randall

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The eye of the brainstorm

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Maybe (and I’m sure it has been said before) poetry proliferates exactly because of and in spite of its interaction with silences, boundaries not really there except they are drawn by some hand or eye or ear, by perceived absence. I always think poetry describes absence by the presence of the missing, the chalkline often referenced in this webspace. Poetry exists alongside silence, the differences between persons, the necessity to communicate, the inability to speak, to know ahead of time what one means to say, to elaborate after the time has passed or in absence/death. (more)

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Blog and fencepost sounding board of poet and freelancer, Jared Randall.

Jared Randall’s bio:

Jared Randall received his Master of Fine Arts degree from the University of Notre Dame in August 2009. During his time at Notre Dame, Randall enjoyed working on the staff of various journals. He served as a reader of slush piles for the Notre Dame Review, and as a copy editor, editorial assistant, and, most recently, as co-editor of The Bend 2009, the annual journal of poetry and prose from present students and former graduates of Notre Dame’s Creative Writing Program. His poetry was nominated to represent Notre Dame in the 2009 AWP Intro Journals Award Contest and the 2009 Best New Poets Anthology, and he has twice been a finalist in New Millennium Writings’ semi-annual literary contest.

Randall’s first book of poetry, Apocryphal Road Code, is due out from Salt Publishing in 2010, and his work can also be read in Controlled Burn, Crucible, and the online journal Bull: Men’s Fiction.

Randall currently resides among family in Michigan, where urban sprawl cramps old farmhouses. When not writing about tourist attractions, roadside diners, aging factories, and the folk who frequent them, he makes his living as a substitute teacher and freelancer.