Poetry. LLANTO TONTO. David Almaleck Wolinsky fronts his claim on us with a self-mocking, euphonious rhyme--a near-antinomy, in an idiom that is neither these poems', nor his own. Well. He could well be another scribbler splashing around for a moment before he drowns in obscurity. He is clearly someone who knows that, but still seeks to draw an And yet... from you. Who blindly imagines a you will exist.