most inscrutable blurb ever
Wednesday 23 May 2007 | I like a cookie
This is a handbook with a ravenous audacity instructing and warning doubly how to halve a narcissus. Her extra-convial form hinges to receive what is tender: Ms. Doris’ is the authentically cosmetic craft. Nothing else is new thus.
(Lisa Robertson, blurbing a selection of poems by Stacy Doris, Paramour, from Krupskaya Books)
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