Publisher's Synopsis
In THE SUGAR BORDERS, William Fuller creates a flat space of "middles" which is everywhere, "the cave of all." The viewer is up so close seeing oneself that one's / its "wet muscles repose there." As if one hallucinates oneself having a dream, one sees oneself who's any viewer being the "natural world" where "we" fly and "pigeons sit down to their meal, without bodies." This writing puts pressure on its space to view realistically by its "flat/objective" approach with no view that proscribes or "understands" "The upper part of the world lives on an island, fishing in flames."
"Words fall into place, a progressive past tense charting action from its sometimes ominous further reaches to the more immediate almost-present, and where is the future in ritual observation? Does it cast a shadow, leave an echo? Love and the letter of love. But what is the nature of this space between dream, wind, dinner, color and the alphabet? It's our birthday everyday, and "We each get an earth to eat..." in the telescopic syntax of these Sugar Borders. Sugar borders terror where the iridescent dust of verse begins to shake a darker spell out of the bundled predicates. You want to keep opening this book, and opening it." -- Norma Cole
"...imagery as perverse and baffling as that constructed in dreams, echoed in folktales and children's rhymes, circulated as magic and superstition... These are poems which create the conditions for an experience of "negative capability." Yes. Small and terrific reversals and contradictions, untenanted space looming through the rifts of images. "I see your bones, your bones see me.""--Beverly Dahlen
"If you need to read, take a look at this book." -- Tom Raworth
