A political poem of unusual ambition, written through the events of the 1990s, representing the damaged world that we know in all its violence and inequality.
Before I begin, I wanted to write that this book stood out to me because of its title, because I am living in a fish bowl of false memories, that at times I have tried to cure and at times I have tried to encourage. I have experienced the power that language crafts have to remedy, to introduce a special dose of engagement with the illness and let it play out for the thread of salvation to become apparent. Now, what's in this book is very much what's beyond this book, and it pulls from the personalities of words that are very disparate but related by a cold but not entire alienation. This remaining fondness still for the love of connection is drummed up enthusiastically but not overdramatically, it has the smartness to agree that there is an interested hope in us but the cynicism to see the reality that our world has agreed upon arranging intellectual barriers that can't get through to the gushing source in us. The text functions as a kind of acquiescence that fights back in the end, which if the book had a human form, would be mimicking my recovery (or perhaps I would mimicking it). Thank you for the entirely vital dream work, Tony Lopez.