In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

3 Liquefaction I found an octopus in the snow. And not knowing what it was or why it was there, I gutted it as if a hunter. To me, up to my elbows in bladder, the ink was a surprise. I wore it like opera gloves in the moonlight. So many mistook my passion for gangrene. One followed me into an orchestra pit. If I could only say now what my arms said. I took up a bassoon & aimed it at a chandelier. As the house lights came down, the audience lost their places. They were swimming in a maelstrom of inklings. ...

Share