Poetry. Dolin uses Diebenkorn's work and admission of certain mistakes as a transcendental device. Even the final notes in this collection ring with an authenticity of purpose. An interesting cross-breed for painters. This is the city/ alleyway of windows/ with shadows passing for time:// if it ends in an ocean or river of inantition/ those roofs of powder blue and/ terracotta pink could be the skies of childhood// could be trees fusing/ into a grand piano/ of kelly green// could be sheets of apricot rain/ on mountains passing their shadows/ off as clouds (Street).
