Tupperware Sandpiper
The poems that recount urban_pastoral memories make me want to take more walks in the parkette. The horrid, torrid rhyming poetry reminds me of the poems I make up in my head as I ride the subway because all my poems rhyme. The sound poetry concretized in print makes me think sound poets are as annoying as mimes, only louder. The short and sad prose pieces (about New York blues and fecal vandalism) tell me that disaffected youth should not have access to writing instruments. I forgot what I thought about the short and forgettable prose pieces. The packaging is solid. Nice design and editing. Would anyone mind if I judged this book by its cover? (TD)
zine, #1, 24 pages, $2, Misquote Ink, #4_55 Northfield Drive East, Suite 188, Waterloo ON N2K 3T6