This issue, devoted entirely to the work of Jack Foley, is an ideal short introduction to what Foley is all about. It contains a fine short defense of performance poetry; some insightful commentary on the work of the collage artist Jess (and on art-in-general); and a variety of strong poems, one of which I quote in full: "Across the heart sickles of sharp-edged pain// only sleep/ dissolved in thunder)."--Bob Grumman
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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