It gives the rancor and terror of dealing with an Asafarit while lulling us with the gentle form we have come to expect of it. When you have to make words fit that form and try to keep a sense to it all… well, that is some tough shit. Making an idea fit a physical form is fucking hard when you are just molding clay to you whims. Some call it a style of children, likely because they lack the skill of those same children they mock. Concrete poetry has long fallen out of fashion. I jumped on this one because the form itself attacked me from the page. Specific side: I promise to do an actual review in here somewhere. Second, they help provide some background for those of us who may not know what a Melonhead or Each-uisge is. First off, they give some sense of Jezzy's particular approach to these monsters. General note: I really dig the introduction pieces for each section of this book. That doesn't mean that I don't have taste. Matt Betts proved that when he won an award for writing a poem about how pissed off Godzilla's girlfriend must be. I got absurdly drunk and read (in some cases re-read, thank you very much you judgemental fuckers) many poems from Jezzy Wolf'e's debut collection Monstrum Poetica, which I roughly translated as "Poems about Monsters".
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