Mysterious experimental poetry and xerox visual overlays and scrawls on found text and it's got a unity which is Hryciuk's intelligence and ability to outwrite any naive attempt to fit the images together into Procrustean sense... whatever THAT is. It reads like a 19th century transcript of a mad alchemist's diary/secret formula hoard. This is an original voice that reaches out and grabs you. Large format, full of ideas and language-rockets. --Bill Paulauskas
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #2,
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