Poetry. "A tantalizing wacky, ideolectical treat for ears & what minds 'em. Here you will find (amidst arctic uncles on rollerblades, basketball-sized yokes, the world's largest crackerjack, and cameo appearances by a contortionist & a nurse sorceress), the brain of Dr. Kildare's network arch-rival, Ben Casey, in the textual body of all those enduring charms upon which Stacy Doris lays new & resounding claim. For those looking for the direction of poetry, KILDARE is ready & on call, bubbling and singing with voices fresh and tonic" -Charles Bernstein.
I was just reading about Stacy Doris today, but I forget how, and I forget why. Anyway, this collection feels somewhat ahead of its time but also feels a little stuck in that mid-90s cybernetic utopianism that feels so odd in Shaviro or Baudrillard in hindsight. People had a lot of optimism in MUDs I guess. Anyway, another poetry collection that made me laugh in the silence of my room and in the silence of a SEPTA car, so that's always something.