So this is the first book I could find essentially no record for online. WorldCat, ISBN, Goodreads, they all came up with nuttin. I had to create the entry for this book. So, as I know, I am the ONLY ONE who has read Chain no. 4: Procedures. And I think that's totally fine. This is a book I would love to be explained to me by a docent in someplace like the new Whitney. What really got to me was how so much of it needed explanation, yet in the book one author explains that if art requires explanation to be understand it should be reformed. Quite the irony. This is super experimental poetry that more often than not looks and reads like gibberish to me. It's too dreamy and distant to work. Some bits were enjoyable, but . . . as a whole I had to very quickly reshelve this lit mag.