Where the Wolf sings

28 glorious new poems, with collages by the author. “The poet, wrote Benjamin Peret, has not choice but to be a revolutionist or to cease to be a poet – an observation that helps explain why most contemporary poets long ago ceased to be poets. It is painfully obvious that what passes for poetry in the US today is a polite and innocuous diversion of comfortably entrenched academics who are fundamentally satisfied with things as they are…Meanwhile, far from the official, best-selling, commercial literary enclaves, and just as far from their pathetic parasitical imitators, the state-subsidized ‘little’ magazines, poetry continues: poetry in the sense of Blake and Shelley and Lautreamont and Peret and Juan Brea – and our great friend Mary Low.