"Preverbs precede themselves, so to speak, with hidden trapdoors," so writes George Quasha by way of prefacing his preverbial volume. I hadn't seen new work from Quasha for quite some time, so it was a more than usually pleasant surprise to see this new book from Manuel Brito's Zasterele editions.
It made me think of Williams walking through the Paterson park and thinking of the Mexican artisan who had outprecedented himself. It made me think of an herbal paradise. It made me think of quashing presuppositions.
"Beings are marked by what you do.
My life is on this line.
Think right through."
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