This single long poem provides the context for one of the things Vassilakis does best: move around and through a topic and its multiple circumstantial associations to create an interpretation of the world as a kind of multi-layered swarming in which any particular theme or obsession (here, "man/woman" and language or story/history) seem increasingly small and of uncertain significance. A beautifully written work that grows with repeated readings. --John M. Bennett
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #3,
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