This dystopic collection examines what it means to give voice to America via a Puerto Rican vantage point, utilizing new forms and intense repetitions to dizzying effect from chanting and ranting to narratives broken into fractured paratactic lyrics.
Disclosures: For over 25 years, Beasley’s antinomian sermons have renewed my faith in the Art.
Perhaps the secret to adult prayer has been this: the more concrete its particulars, the greater possibility of its actually being heard.
…this peripatetic project that traverses almost 700 miles, a photograph taken every hour while on the road to document a walking tour reminiscent of the ones the Romantic Poets once took through the Lake District.
Literary history will be merciless when it comes to our posthumous standing, most all of us surely to be erased, consigned to a dusty footnote in contemporary culture’s vast forgotten tomes, if that.
Straight jocks who chortle in the locker room, “huh huh, like what can two women actually do in…
“because // In the end, in the very end, it’s / Just you. You and you. And…
Here’s some Required Reading, this pamphlet, this feuilleton composed in the continental tradition of a Robert Walser, embodying…
Before the reading started, she announced, “I’m feeling horny tonight! Which of you hot gentlemen are going to drive me back to my motel when this thing is over?”
This book has all the makings of a messy mid-life meltdown wherein our Poet feels more comfortable in his man cave high up in the mountains where cloudy thought-bubbles have it out with venal and mortal shadows than he would with wife, children, and the rest of those who patiently wait in the valley below.
