Since Friday I have been reading Sina Queyras book Expressway (Coach House). I am curious about the role interruption plays in the text and poems. I have arrived at the section titled Crash concurrently.

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I have been meaning to read this book for a while, in part I admit because of my interest in road building. So far, for no explicable reason, it feels like the Expressway is in Calgary. That’s where I imagine it. Curiously though, I have never been to Calgary, so have no idea what Calgary looks like. Therefore, the Calgary place I imagine is an invention in response to what I read. As is the it, of the Expressway, which may not be an it at all.

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