Poetry. "In Mark Tardi's first collection of poetry, EUCLID SHUDDERS, there is a distinct vibration between objects and their words, as though each relation were poised on the precipice of its inverse: the pause before the cataclysm. In this weighted space, potential sounds hover as a last breath between inspiration, expiration, and the anticipation of nothing: `on a bridge/ emptied with inertia//so close//canopic jars torn/ beneath"--E. Tracy Grinnell. "In his wonderfully unruly first book, Mark Tardi composes an isotopic realm of getting and letting go, a kind of chemical algebra of the alleged world as it verges into music"--Elizabeth Willis.