Poetry. "Incorporating the density of Spanish surrealism and a sprawling Whitmanesque line, this amazing first book finds Rotando engaged in a poetic biathlon which draws equally from maximal and minimal traditions. There are tight, economical poems, free verse forms derived from the sonnet, poems leaping about the page, but my favorites are the wonderful prose poems tumbling over and under themselves toward gnomish statements that feel both didactic and self-parodying"--Tim Peterson.
Boyoboy. There are the endpoints and here are these/we softscape to-be things just about to. "Cavernescence of head, mucusoid webtrails pastiche my Hadean greysongs in-outward from older earthsmudge."
Matthew Rotando, achoo orlando, is expanding slash doublebacking to say onemany ways, hock, w/ musicbehindyou "Can you sweating all the ghosts/Down in the devil kitchen hole"
Matthew Rotando writes poetry that you need to gargle with each morning so your mouth can lose that "banal" feeling. His is surreal poetry that comes over for tea and sleeps in your ribs.