Poetry. Michael Casey was born in Lowell, Massachusetts and worked as a kettleman in a textile mill dye house in nearby Lawrence. We hope that the two former employees/ of maintenance and the stockroom/ recently incarcerated at the Billerica Jail/ will once again become constructive/ citizens after appropriate rehabilitation. [Casey's] real interest is human behavior. That's why he refrains from moralizing; that's why his poems are so rich ... a genuine work of art -- The Nation. In reading Casey's poems we ought to remember that poetry often arises from an exhilaration and even an intoxification with the sounds of speech -- Ted Kooser, Georgia Review.
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