Thurston Moore and John Kinsella present a monumental piece with a rhythmic flow unmatched by most contemporary poetry. A musical energy takes words and propels them into sometimes seemingly illogical sequences, but on closer examination, depicts perfect clarity in its movement, in essence “weaving” into our understanding the terrible cost of human insensitivity to its environment. “Our shrinking / Capacities fooled no one and we grew slightly afraid / On pavement, a haunted look mirroring our desire.” And indeed, this piece is haunting in its statement of society’s preoccupation with nothing meaningful, but with an obsession for things like “killjoy facts,” and basically, destruction. All “Are equally to blame,” and we are left with the question: Is it too late to save ourselves?
Softcover, staple-bound, b/w.