Poetry. A comprehensively stunning book. Novel, play or poem, this landmark work jumps vividly to life with quirky invention, concentrated integrity and charming humor. Conference also teems with lyric "Once there's an opening, there's absence. Departure. Open your you could walk through. The sky's an illusion and I'm perhaps legion. Yes or no. An opening is the nick of time, maybe, and clouds' job is to stave that off, in a huge collaboration with illusion. The sky is that's agreed. This blinding is beauty's definition perhaps, and its reasons too. Still, things fall through. All fall through. Open your mouth then or if not."
Stacy Doris has written her grand d'oeuvre, a magnificent wonder.
Didn't finish. I know a lot of poets really like Stacey Doris--and I find her material interesting, but I guess I only find it intellectually interesting and it somehow fails to engage me on a deeper level. I could only read it in small doses. At times, it reminded me of a much less visceral version of Kathy Acker. I like visceral.