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These poems try to get along with each other - but can’t. The series of poems titled Parables for Frankenstein , traces the socialization and making of a prototype misfit. Panic Room , is a series of poems about a loner whose isolation at a house party starts taking a sinister turn. Unboxing the Clone deals precisely with the simultaneous interpenetration of terms that bombard the conscious moment to reshape the life that’s being lived out - a kind of proprioceptive kaleidoscope. Alienation arises from all the failed language-registers of our technocratic society, which continue to defy our powers of decryption. What’s a monster to do? A recurring motif throughout the book is the overarching empty universal space surrounding life’s not-knowing. If we think too hard on it - why the statistical fluke that puts us here on this ball of dirt - we’ll have a stroke. Instead, read these poems.
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These poems try to get along with each other - but can’t. The series of poems titled Parables for Frankenstein , traces the socialization and making of a prototype misfit. Panic Room , is a series of poems about a loner whose isolation at a house party starts taking a sinister turn. Unboxing the Clone deals precisely with the simultaneous interpenetration of terms that bombard the conscious moment to reshape the life that’s being lived out - a kind of proprioceptive kaleidoscope. Alienation arises from all the failed language-registers of our technocratic society, which continue to defy our powers of decryption. What’s a monster to do? A recurring motif throughout the book is the overarching empty universal space surrounding life’s not-knowing. If we think too hard on it - why the statistical fluke that puts us here on this ball of dirt - we’ll have a stroke. Instead, read these poems.