Fictions speciate too, to displace and supplant where the mind will not
behold an ecosystem.
Like Andrade's hummingbird, a "flying prism",
displaced in turns by the mall rat. As accompanists, there's still here
the off-crust of our musical world. Then the invention takes root – the
mall rat first a soprano, then eventually a director.
Like the cast of characters A Maxwell has here assembled
(Robert Walser, Aaron Kunin, Rene Char, Sir Thomas Browne, and more), PEEPING
MOT is a collection of brilliant and occult profundity. Its propositions admirably reinvent
the paternal, make a wry and deep inquiry into the function of poetry, and
wield the epigram as Chinese box, as koan. It is a book of uncommonly beautiful
language and enigmatic intelligence, packed with soft surprises. – Maggie Nelson
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Bill Mohr, the terrifically energetic and generous historian of Los Angeles microliteratures and poetries was kind enough to put down these thoughts after receiving a copy last week.
1/ Homage to Leo Marks, WWII cryptographer, and author of the screenplay for Michael Powell's Peeping Tom (1960).
2/ A shorthand for this vertigo of the unfolding epigram: the experience of an aphorism as it re-engineers the world, whether cruelly, or paternally, in the model sense of the word, as a house-husband delighting the orchid in its pram.