Antony Di Nardo's fifth collection of poetry confronts questions of whether what goes missing is gone for good and what it means to be immortalized. Rituals of loss are explored and iterated. Our vain dismissal of the natural world as something that exists apart from us is put on hold. Regardless how dire, there is no lack of wit or humour in these poems. His language has a mind of its own. He writes «accuracy and algorithms are not for poets/… a poet just gets lucky and finds what's missing.» GONE MISSNG is also a survey of “things that don't belong,” steeped in language that surprises as well as juxtaposes the mundane to the ecstatic. Di Nardo's poetry might revel in the absurd, but it is as essential as seeing without eyes, poems «incumbent on/what reveals/the earth …» These are poems that renew the plain and simple with imagery that sticks like Velcro to mind and memory.
In Gone Missng, Di Nardo's language has a mind of its own. He writes “accuracy and algorithms are not for poets … a poet just gets lucky and finds what's missing.”
