Within the first 15 pages we get a Writer to speak beyond Markson’s grave, a Dominick Fernow thought/feel experiment, and either a resumptive pronoun from a native English speaker or a Pynchonian THEY unprocessed.
Nobody can swim around in the post-Biafra jello and excise the Zukofskyan “a” like this fatgut PNW Muscovite.
Piquant lines from Guattari, Melville, Beckett, Russolo, and others are peppered throughout the running rumination. The Augustine shards cut the sharpest.
You’ll traipse brief passages wherein both Pollocks get a little lavender paint dripped on them before Aesop Rock’s first foray is loaded up to unclog Whitney’s sink.