It’s hard to know just where to enter the labyrinth of Things My Grandmother Said, Amit Majmudar’s new book.⁠[1] Confronted with the scope and focus of this poet’s vision, let alone the multiplicity of his formal accomplishments, one pauses at the threshold—except that there’s more than one threshold. One of these leads to Majmudar’s technical […]

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