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A long poem by the late feminist, historian, and poet Barbara Mor looks unflinchingly at the end-time of American civilization and culture.
Mor imagines Kantian nauseous allegories growing out of a David Lynchian southwest American desert, a place that becomes a habitat of the psycho-political terrestrial reality now inhabited by people, and the rent is very high. 168 pp.
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