One can always count on Vassilakis to stir the imagination and summon a few demons. This is a book of associations between words and images that appear in the text to be cut up, but may only be so in the mind of the poet and/or the reader. For instance, "a day spent proving/ light and she is/ another room. we say/ particulate", a schizoid dismemberment of syntax that is magically reconnected in the mind. The poems function as juicy hallucinated haikus and distorted and collaged pictures that perfectly reflect the texts, not as illustrations, but enhancements of the effect. Psychoactive.--Jake Berry
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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