Somewhere at the heart of every event in the universe, there is an ever unfolding process indistinguishable from what we might call 'play.' In The Equalizing Jokebook, Rose Novick knows this. 'Who can find the logic of this?' these poems ask of our world. 'Truly our thoughts fall short of the gods'.' And yet, for Novick, this is not a lamentation, for the epistemological horizon is a place to dance, to laugh, to stare into the unknown...
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