Poetry. "Julianne Buchsbaum's SLOWLY, SLOWLY, HORSES is a quietly furious book. Her language is as rich and eerily fascinating as bending down to look closely at something decomposing. But this is a different sort of nature poetry - her landscape is "a pasture of taints," and her close observation of nature is really a close observation of language...There is something of Wallace Stevens in her precision, her incredible diction, and in the way her descriptions are simultaneously direct and mythical. She is also a redeemer of the simile in an age that distrusts simile; her ease and originality with them 'lingers/ like the perfume of a woman/ who has rushed from the room.' Which is exactly the case with her poems" - Matthew Rohrer.