Imminent Disappearances, Impossible Numbers & Panoramic x-Rays

Poetry. "On the surface, this book tells a 'Saturday morning world' story of Americans playing it (and singing it) cool, our middle-aged speaker-hero doing nothing more mutinous than 'futzing in [his] garden, hoeing hills for Peruvian potatoes.' But simmering below that grocery store world of 'being served lukewarm beige meals with latex gloves' is a beautifully mournful meditation on our 'lives...sandblasted by heartache and disillusionment.' Yes, this book is 'haunted by the knowledge that the mirage is a mirage.' It's also a wise, cynical, hilariously dialectical and contradictory low-grade-fever carnival ride interested in 'the entire scope of suffering.' It starts at Ultra Talk, but is extra downhearted. And jumpier. Sick of how unreal American reality has become but want to take a load off too? This book's for you!"--Adrian Blevins