Publisher's Synopsis
Poetry. WIND MAPS I-VII as a whole has an almost Cantos-like sweep, sampling voices from far and wide, not random but gathered. The unity of the book inheres in the tone of something impending--a mystical apocalypse? All of the words have been blown to their present locations by the force of this Impending/Upending. The book fairly rings with these cumulating/culminating signals--like the ear of a radio telescope receiving messages, just reaching us now, from a long-ago exploded planet.--Andrew Joron
