Despite the dedicatio/warning-not for everyone-this book is indeed for everyone.
Joe Amato is a straight talker able to weave those tough gossamer gab lines into strands for a dinger of a poetry rope lassoing the facts.
The work's (manu) facture enlivens an endangered species: a poetry of facts, with which he drives a word-stake through the American (wet) dream.
Hear, hear him, comrades, read Amato's hoarse-powered ode for this Poor dumb oilrigged hydrofracked Fukushima'd bastard / civilization-though there is nothing oily about his message, because Wethinks poetry is crude, baby, fundamentally crude.
And needs to be so in/for a country where we note what strange fruit falls / with supremacist fictions run amok.
This blues that stays news, these Urgencies of some noirceur, police / state tactics.
need a poetry-v rit as we speak of a cin ma v rit and Joe Amato's eye & ear for these Younighted States-close cousins to Jean Rouch's hand-held camera-manage to scan an Earth that at its best is one hell of a / paradise.
- Pierre Joris, author of An American Suite & A Nomad Poetics About the Author Joe Amato's most recent novel is Samuel Taylor's Last Night (Dalkey Archive, 2014).
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