Red, Green & Black

Poetry. "The game is grammatical, but the arrow hits: a real corpse decomposes. Between repetition, tautology and quotation, falls dead silence. What seems a sort of ready-made language (in which Charles Bernstein's playfulness matches Cadiot's) turns out to be a carnival on top of 'catastrophe/catastrophic.' Need I add: a poem for our time?" -Rosmarie Waldrop.