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It is often said that poet-filmmaker James Broughton's films are poetic, and his poems cinematic: "On the long outskirts of a dismantled city / toward the final flicker of dusk / I entered the cave of an unfinished cathedral." Without a doubt, he has met with abundant success in both of these pursuits, having won lifetime achievement awards from both the National Poetry Association and the American Film Association. While Black Sparrow has not (yet) compiled a Broughton film compendium, this collection of poetry showcases the work of "the heartiest and most enthusiastic celebrant since Whitman" (Jim Cory). Above all, Broughton delights in pleasures of body and soul — but perhaps especially those of the body — with wit and charm. As Rain Taxi writes, "Broughton's is a poetry of revelation, not obfuscation. . . . Each poem is a celebration and a call to offset the putrefaction of complacency with a bit of devilishness." Only when I wing am I dancing on the ground Only when I fly am I I Only when I sing am I quietly profound Only when I glee am I me (Only When I)