Apr 03, 12
Read from March 12 to April 02, 2012
to review the seminal book.
All I know you know. Broad sweeping landscapes of smoke and madness. Gang violence and alternate (deviant?) sexual mores intertwined with a poet's sensitive insights into his own nature. A city, long-forgotten, twisted in time and space into … what? I don't understand. I suspect I wasn't meant to. (I'm fudging; I do understand, but written words utterly fail here, so instead I say I don't understand because I sense that I'm expected to say it.)
Entering Bellona, I grasp that vast underbelly of connotation that lurks beneath language and sex. Grasping, holding, I feel it squirm, no, dissolve through my fingers. If I knew, really knew the shape she said if. Leopards run from screaming the night they run. It slips away. I come to