RJ Arkhipov’s Visceral: The Poetry of Blood should be read and reread with the enthusiasm to produce paper cuts
Reading Visceral leaves me with a Schodinger’s Review conundrum. I’m in two completely different minds on how to approach the book, and I’m hoping that—in the course of writing this review—my divergent perspectives will collapse into something approaching a coherent opinion, but we’ll see how it goes. One the one hand,…
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