Our Prediction

<p><b>An intimate archive emptied and overwritten by a fear of words, a book of mingled fates</b><br><br>The poems of <i>Our Prediction</i> are lifted from a folder of sketchy reports recalling the strange neutrality of the ancient chorus. And this intimate archive exposes a fear of language concealed at the root of poetry, delivering a book in which doubt, shame, and dread overtake poetry’s stereotypical love affair with words, a book that crosses over into the exclusion zone of stupidity and never returns.<br><br>Breeding and scavenging without scruple or restraint, the "bare life" of these unauthorized poems invariably confuses reading and writing. Listening becomes the business of speaking, of saying <i>we</i> but not asking who. And in its crooked way, the crooked text may begin to sound like a campfire oath of senseless plots and garbled refrains. For the listener soon will be surrounded by an accident of voices – a cassandrian short cut – exposing the particulars of <i>not-yet-being</i>.</p>