Dujie Tahat's Salat is a book of poems written in a compelling new form of the poet's own invention that participate, fully - they praise, weep, spit, beg, laugh, choke, sing. In this murderous age it is increasingly unconscionable to be inert, in one's living or in one's art. Tahat tells us: "There's a river in heaven, and I am the star that belongs to it." Salat is boisterously, resoundingly alive.
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