"With alarmed intelligence, FOLDING RULER STAR exposes the violence of an expectant look, synthesizes the organic and robotic then unzips them just as machines unzip / concrete dividers / on the highway. May Aaron Kunin make all the rules, and may our capacity for facial communication finally collapse within his tremendous Dionysian orderliness." --Jacqueline Waters
This went by in a blur. My fault, I guess, but it seemed a little too "subtle emotions of young white men" for my probably garish sensibility. I missed beautiful language, punctuation, fireworks. Towards the end I did notice something pulling together, though, so I think I need to read this again. . . some time.
Interesting--Kunin constrains himself to stanzas of three lines, with five syllables per line. While reading it, I wondered what the effects would have been had he occasionally broken free of this self-imposed restraint.
A great concept that really dissipated (for me) in practice; fell very flat on the page. Much more lively hearing him read from it in person. Either way, "The Sore Throat" is his better work.