Mirth

Poetry. In MIRTH, New York native Linda Russo …speaks for and to this ‘girl cold’ spacetime, in blazes and remedies, with mirth-scholarly and civic, this work divines–Elizabeth Treadwell. *Mirth* (read: not ‘comedy’ nor ‘tragedy’) is an exhausted Empire’s post-urbanity exposed. How much can we afford to guard (or not guard), and how much should we gamble ourselves out to anyone’s game on the street. Linda Russo doesn’t so much ‘experiment’ as throw down a viable metrics for every act–Rodrigo Toscano.