what's change's change JMB in the last 4 years, the text, his utterance--some snapped string and he's floating his balloon way overhead absorbing. signals. syntax. crazy headfucking. the mad dadaist basement. every poem is short, high speed footage as to emulate the film's ability to stimulate sensory nodes. perhaps he's gotten closer to actual synaptic activity. like thinking 'blind on the temple' household. like a writing so condensed the molecular adhesion gives way to form a new highly pressurized hybrid. beside his ecstatic and ready-mades is AH-- or this book begins with "DAWN" and concludes with "RELEASE" (these two use the same lines to seem (like) the same poem). thirty pieces in 5 days. a flurry of isolated focus able to crack-a-twig by staring twenty paces away. family-life. a challenge to unravel and delight to be inside of. or JMB's ace tongue cuts my neurons in half (saving the brain considerable amounts of time.--Nico Vassilakis
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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