Everything We Met Changed Form and Followed the Rest

Poetry. "A funny, mournful contempo apocalypse-narrative-Ezekialesque, lightly; fast-morphing Rimbaudian prose, spangly; Celanian neologisms, cast conversationally. These poems are fancy, not in an imagination-on- the-cheap sense but in an astral- observatory-at-the-online-mall sense: Comola's "I" is an avatar in an infinite game riven with glitches and challenges, where our world's data- driven imperatives are reflected in cosmic-funhouse style. This book is huge, brainiac fun, and it read...