John Thomas Allen and Alan Gullette engage in breaking the levees of the poetic imagination and distilling an ore of ivy bamboo in this almost perversely intense volume. They read like a spell written in hieroglyphs of baking sheet letters spinning without a head. To miss this is to forsake vision, a parasurrealism that sees everything and nothing at once in a small annihilating point. With a foreword by Donald Sidney-Fryer.