By Brian Blanchfield
With its kinked and suspensive language, Not Even Then attracts at the lyric culture, at the same time it complicates that tradition’s dualism of self and different. Likeness is often below research within the book’s irreducible preparations of alterity. From "Red Habits": "I think the interferences defined / in don’t-think-twice and opposite recommendation / and by means of conduct for either head and breast / hers and hers as pink as mine at chamber payment. / we're each one herself an additional interference." No solution rests unquestioned in its flip; even the e-book title’s cynicism is challenged by means of a poetics alive to hazard, the place threat is—impetuously, ecstatically—companionable. "The listener you are," writes Blanchfield, "the much less alone."