Pulp log.

“Pulp Log is a triumph of spirit, an act of courage, a spell against heart failure, loss of heart, heartlessness, even as it admits the fact—the terrible separation of self and other, self and self... which is the central issue of these times.

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“Barry McKinnon’s brillant exploration of time, space, and self in Pulp Log articulates what the poet calls “time’s true entertainment”—the inhibition of what is “inside”, with what is “outside”. This inhabitation takes place on the lines, margins, and spaces of self and landscape that exist wherever we live. And it is this poet’s response to hug emptiness of space between place, of places between discoveries.

Pulp Log is a quietly triumphant record of the rediscovery of our separation and enclosure in the landscape we find and the landscape we create.

As a work of poetry it stands as an expansive, startling achievement; it does not attempt to be politically or aesthetically fashionable. Instead, it beautifully dislocates our sense of how and why poetry is written: “to articulate the unknown”.

Pulp Log succeeds at detailing what many poets do not: the thought that comes before discovery, the process that comes before idea, theory, emotion, and—perhaps poetry itself.

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