Allen Bramhall: Thanks for reading, and your comments.
Sheila Murphy asked me to write about my take-offs on John's poems about a year ago, and I could think of nothing to say, other than that it was "fun" to do so. In the same way I don't know how to review your book. My mind does not seem to work that way anymore. Gertrude Stein has destroyed my brain, and turned me in a different direction. It's not what the words mean, or even how they sound, but simply the words themselves: squirm, flatter, senile, wring, odious, thwart, writhing, roving, poultice, billowy, avail, pinions, anew, hoarfrost, tint, diadem, smother, breastplate, nosegay, catapult, winnow, flinty, belch, niche. There are millions of 'em, it seems. "O my soul, praise the Lord." Best, blessings, peace, Bob BrueckL
