Lorri Jackson's "6/10/93," written the year before her death from heroin overdose, is chilling cinema verité, reinforced by three more eerily premonitory poems that push urge into the bloodstream & weird desire to find her grave or at least photograph Jim Morrison's outside Chartres. A set by Charles Bukowski reinforces confrontations with mortality and a pervasive fin-de-siècle death-drive that the reader will not quickly shake off. Other must-reads: Simon Perchik's "to feel my name cut in two," Mark Weber's "Holding Tank of the Damned" and Denise Dee's discussion of her research on AIDS.--Susan Smith Nash
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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