a moving essay by b.k. fisher in the boston review about, it says, my soul
was Coeur de Lion
it’s like the rumpus people drank a kool-aid that compelled them suddenly to read my books. i like it. fence seems to be advertising Mercury there too, which was something I thought they didn’t do.
richard hell has a beautiful review of MERCURY & COEUR DE LION in this month’s bookforum but to read it you have to physically touch the magazine
p.s. the voidoids version of this song is my favorite favorite, but the internets won’t let me give that either
at the rumpus
i’m grateful to Daniel Moyasenko for the sensitivity & rigor of this essay & the sun is shining thru the window and warming my back & illuminating my split ends
i think this is nice
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