Poetry. Andrew Levy’s DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE is truly only figuring out how to stay free.–Lissa Wolsak

Somewhere in here the poet says ‘you can call me Nothing / Which is something, ’ thereby compressing the crisis related in this book to its bluntest formulation. Who or what is the residue that causes these words to occur? What do these questions, jokes, propositions, slogans, fragments, rationalizations constitute? No answer is forthcoming: anatomies of ‘absurdities / Spewing forth / From capital’ disintegrate as they coalesce, disposing themselves along an eroding continuum, where each step taken is a step back to an abandoned future. Although from here it’s hard to see forward, some day the sticks will dry out, giving us a chance to make a fire, in whose heat and light we’ll remember DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE as a threshold.–William Fuller