According to the introduction this book is the result of Morin's destroying some of his early poems. I did not read any of those early poems so I cannot testify to their value, or lack thereof, but their destruction has produced an astonishing volume of vizlature. The pages are starkly original and beautifully organic, as if an alien from some other world had collected scraps from our world and assembled a series of language maps accessible only by intuition. They also function as a series of paintings consisting of letters, pen and ink scribbling and drawing, xerox images and fingerprints. Moving images in collision at the crossroad of millenniums, rusted childhood memoirs is hauntingly, wonderfully weird.--Jake Berry
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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