‘Of the many generations of the New York School, only two of its practitioners developed an identifiable and unique sense of line: James Schuyler and Steve Malmude. Malmude, carpenter turned lifeguard, lacked the Upper East Side coat-and-tails look of the cocktails at the museum crowd, and a careless reader might mistake his line for Robert Creeley’s coughing twists. Malmude breathes more easily and has a confidence that dazzles precisely because it is so quiet. It’s the verbal equivalent of dawn in Central Park before the homeless awaken and the compulsive lace up their Nikes. Just ducks floating on the water, the sun not yet above the mist. The red carpet is long overdue.’ — Ron Silliman