Poetry. Hardly anything seems strange anymore--'reality. as. a. normative. effect,' -- at least P. Inman still works the front lines. With evidence shimmer, no things but in letters & space & punctuation, politically paying off perforation. This arranges tantalizingly raw (& V-effected) materials for us to construct (& live in) a life, a mileu. With zero bluster -- 'language. Larger' -- contra code everywhere, a clip-o-matic audacity & atomic redlining to thrill. Syllables leave their lipstick as synonyms of individual letters ...The already is unihabitable. Let's de boss! -- Bruce Andrews.