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This is a contributors issue, featuring:
William P. TandyDavida G. BreierLyn LifshinT. Kilgore Splake... and others.
REVIEW
Apart from Bukowski and two or three others, I find almost no latter-day poetry bearable (least of all the sad Bukowski knockoffs). I feel I must don a powdered wig to read the verse of yore, so that's out also. What am I left with? Prose and masturbation, since we have no TV. But I got through the last page of this zine with no complaints, even if I was just as confused as ever by poetry. It does no good to mash a bunch of images together if you lack some feeling or idea behind them, even if you have a fancy hat, but lucky for us the right magic happens enough times here. From AUTOCAUST, I especially like John Grey's 'The Guy in the Mirror': 'His eyes are like the busted windows / to the crummy tenement he lives in. / If his mouth sunk any lower / it could suck up the floor crumbs.' -Randy Osborne, Xerography Debt #14