The cover photo said it all. His hand obstructing a clear view of his face. His parted lips. His thumb dripping with ink or blood. Then the allusion to some type of obliteration clearly implied by the titled. A physical press. A mental squeeze. A loss of some necessary thing. Respect. Piece of mind. Dignity. Physical presence. Heart. Soul. Entire being. Everything. Then how to be whole again? How to recover? How to stand? How to still matter?👇🏽
Yet, somehow it‘s a thing of motion and somehow you come out on the other side. Maybe different. Put back together with more parts. Maybe new. Reconstructed with fresh pieces. Deeper. Fuller. Thinner (is the fair?). Shinier. Better. Less. Altered (was that consensual?). Changed, yet, somehow still you!
Read his poems. You‘ll see!
Highly recommended! (edited) 3y