Bloodied, but still singing, the atmosphere is not a perfume it is odorless addresses America. In one take, a chromapoetics that examines the "red, white and blue's" dubious semiotics, in another, an extended ode project that conjures our emblems of Empire, the poems in atmosphere--in their configurations of apostrophe, atomization, song, dialectic, eucharism, etc.--attempt to neutralize the personal, cultural and environmental dis-ease of 21st...
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