Beat literature is both word and image rant. The rant is an ancient technique. With BLUE LUDES we have a language that slices through, perpetuated by its very design. There is a restless attraction toward contact. There is a field of sound, of verb--an immediacy of moment that riles the reader. It is jazz and blue, NYC and beat. They are poems of skin, worn on skin where the present tense conducts its business. There is a zeal for life here. Silverman writes his life in this place.--Nico Vassilakis
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #2,
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