Aesthesia Balderdash

Kim Vodicka
Poetry. "Belatedly—like everything we wait for—Kathy Acker's great, I mean really great, grand-daughter appears...in Louisiana, naturally (or un-naturally). Her 'blood runneth cheesecake' who penneth this collection of see-sick lyrics drunk w/ semantic play and painful as 'all lights...even stars.' Vodicka's AESTHESIA BALDERDASH sisters the disaster of gender in ways that matter: 'chronically, / abashedly, / rosily, cockily, / dazzlingly.' Not for the faint of art, this is poetry that cunts, I mean counts."—Laura Mullen

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