Beschreibung
Like a breath of fresh air, Cop Kisser forces itself into the mouth, for taste, into the lungs, for expansion, and into a thin paper bag, for huffing that one that is the many that are repetitions of the nauseatingly delicious one. � Vanessa Place
By turning the tradition of "first I do this, then I do that" poems inside out, Steven Zultanski demonstrates that language today is nothing more than a never-ending series of hypertextual chains consisting of empty One thing leads to another; nothing leads to anything. By doing so, Zultanski aligns writing's current crisis brought on by the internet as having its roots in a century-old Existential problematics. Like a Beckettian hobo in a ditch on the side of a road trying to roll over onto his belly, these poems articulate crisis through the body and the bodily, underscoring the everwidening division between the corporeal and the linguistic, giving us a truly disembodied poetics. This is a dangerous wrapped in the guise of hijinks juvenilia is a dead-on critique and demonstration of what it means to be a writer today. � Kenneth Goldsmith