In The Function of External Circumstances

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Edwin Torres



“‘The poet writes the poet’ in a brilliant rhizomic diary/journey, chants, private lyric, surreal prose. A rich new tome, give a thunderous applause.” — Anne Waldman
“On the one hand Torres swims in the great cataclysm of the orgy-fused constant, on another hand the mind at work in the work senses that to be at one with the word and to be at odds with the word, are nearly identical states. That’s part of the making. Hands continue to appear, reshaping the sensibility towards the work... not his, but mine (being the one reading). And then there’s this spare intimacy inside the open readiness for transformation — that’s where those stark, searching lyrics come from, that same ribcage.” — Anselm Berrigan