Portals
by Samuel Ace & Maureen Seaton

Description

A tome, a digest, a really big book–from Samuel Ace and the late Maureen Seaton–this collection of poetry, which would also pass for experimental short fictions of a highly intelligent and news-sampled sort but which is still poetry, delights on all 348 of its illustrated pages (many in color.) The book measures 8.5″ x 8.5″ x 1″, which written out does not reveal how hefty it really is, and ships Priority as those envelopes are large enough to hold it.

An Excerpt from the opening page:
It begins with a portal of blood and luck. They are the meteorologists of the neighborhood, predicting the play of wind off the mountain that slouches at night in its great bear self, like a purpose for which someone is intended. It is the way to the rest of the life they have chosen, secrets in the interstices, the way the door remains closed for everyone but them—and even for them, it requires a shove. So they shove it.

What is it to walk through to finger to infant mind to cross what is it to finish a world without the intervention of philosophy or corruption what is it to leap to not know a toe an arm an ether of certainty to just not care to witness a great suck of being a flashing current notions of sleep raisins of dreams and courage