Accidental Species

Poetry. In Kass Fleisher’s wild and wonderful universe, ‘the traffic was horrible and lots of people were late with their periods, ’ or again, the poet busies herself trying to ‘express debt on a sly chart meant to show asset retribution.’ If there is a ‘question of the day’ for her young couples, who ‘naturally’ refuse to share their food, it’s ‘who ate the oreos? who drank the tab?’ The reader, turning the brilliant and hilarious pages of ACCIDENTAL SPECIES, hardly has time to come up for air before s/he is taken on yet another verbal space shuttle, engaged in language games at once preposterous and yet deadly in their accuracy. If you want to know what it’s like to navigate the shoals of intellectual-life-on-a-shoestring, as it plays out today across mediated America, ACCIDENTAL SPECIES is the book you cannot afford to miss–Marjorie Perloff