From The Contortionist Whispers Volumí II: Ghost As Neurally Charged Ripple

One's innate aural bounty burns like the innate salt of errata part overwhelming for aboriginal verbal discovery and part innate withdrawal from the quotidian fray. Thus one becomes solitary poltergeist on the one hand and verbal astronomer on the other. This manner of psyche creates what I consider to be refinement according to arcane verbal roughage that suddenly emerges into verbal refinement. An instantaneous manoeuvre

that self-ignites expanding from itself as subconscious cartography. Thus language as created from an intrinsic astral loom. Perhaps in one instance a garden of blue transparent objects, then on the other hand a cave concurrently haunted with Madagascan shadows. An unheralded rotation that evinces the dark of the greater cosmos. It being one's ubiquitous root, one's inescapable genesis, one's diverse yet singular grammar sired in itself across the eons. And it is by means of this grammar that one becomes magically abetted with supercessional cellular magnetics. Not magnetics in terms of instantaneous renewal but energy that I now call protracted looping. In this context the poet is a crow analogous to a crow circling a paradise of solar cellular water. This being the great ignited nigredo in transition.

Those who perceive in this state site my lack of biological encroachment. Stated in another manner I remain absent from any tangible calling. As one strives for less the dialectic seems it gives more. At one level one seeks a remedy for such inconclusion, while at another level being wholly consumed by the thrilling tenor of contradiction. Say I remained calibrated under the sway of one schism, I would argue by means of colloquial boldness, repetitive by means of my so-called advancement. I would be a victim of what amounted to non-other than quotidian reportage. I am thinking of the voice that whispers through treacherous glass as sub-rational condensation so that one's voice barters with seepage conjoining language by astonishment...

Will Alexander – Poet, novelist, playwright, aphorist, essayist, philosopher, visual artist, and pianist, he has 30 collections in the above mentioned genres. Both a Whiting Fellow and a California Arts Council Fellow, he has been recipient of an Oakland PEN Award, an American Book Award, and winner of the 2016 Jackson Prize for Poetry.