The Buck Downs cover poem, which ends, "fish net alley, tag/ a cash right fit/ rub out a case of/ the dulls. something/ strangers keep me shiney," sets the tone of this "Buck 'n Cover" issue. Much of mostly language-poetry-oriented interest within, amongst it an entertaining but (to me) ultimately absurd characterization by Ron Silliman of books (vis-a-vis lectures or magazine articles) as capitalistically-oppresive because their seeming permanence gives a deceptive aura of non-provisionality to their contents.--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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