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unravel ... blanche. bastion. bulldog." The second part of the poem, however, begins to<br />
flow down the page, though it keeps true to its laconic core:<br />
"fraught<br />
fought<br />
smatter<br />
the finger<br />
smithereens"<br />
The humor harbored within this poem occurs in the way the lines in the first part are<br />
minimalistic and sharply punctuated, and how they contrast on the page with the free<br />
falling words that are also jolting for their terseness. The vacillation between abstract<br />
language and more concrete imagery, too, creates a tense tango between the<br />
reason/emotion polarities.<br />
Moving right along to page 27, we encounter "tenebraed to an Enameled Latency," in<br />
which we have a compact capture of Hinge Theory in action. Here, "collapsed<br />
vernaculars" exist in hives, and are recklessly "wracked." Indeed, one could say that this<br />
piece of verse is Hinge Theory in poetic code. The "mantis of jeopardy," upon kissing an<br />
oblong (of course), "trawls pearls of<br />
dismissal across confiscated skies." Perhaps these pearls are the fruits of the<br />
mining/importing/exporting process, and the skies are the origins - the territories mined -<br />
of the pearls? The mind giddily celebrates the possible permutations and infinite<br />
interpretations offered up in a Heller omni-verse.<br />
"tenebraed to black," on page 38, is the ying to the previous poem's yang. Not only is it<br />
four and a half pages long, but it furiously hurls forth, paying homage to the color black<br />
('black is color's barometer"), with manic meditations on this misunderstood hue,<br />
interspersing quotations from Rimbaud, Wittgenstein, Klee, wildly weaving in italicized<br />
quasi-narratives, and splattering a stream of subconscious associations across the page<br />
like Pollack paint, becoming just as layered and dense: "mournful melancholic cape<br />
swaggering juju broth admissible annihilative churly warren-breasted perfume..." Black<br />
is "infinity's gangplank," it turns out, whose "smoke cinder ash" lead to "geometric<br />
meltdown."<br />
After recovering from this frenzied romp, we retreat to the poem on page 44, which, it<br />
must be said, offers only slight respite from the madman rantings on page 38. Here,<br />
"tenebraed to nothing" is a trippy tribute to emptiness, "to the not that is not." It is<br />
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