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Author: Fitz Fitzgerald

The Crisis of Infinite Wards: an Open Letter to Dana Ward on the Occasion of the Second Printing of “The Crisis of Infinite Worlds”

Dear Dana, In the last long poem of The Crisis of Infinite Worlds you describe the séance you organized with friends where each participant brought a personal votive to a viewing of Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel, a movie selected for the harmonics and absurdity of its subtitle. Like Joseph Beuys you prod the American wolf with a cane from underneath felt. You write as if you invited us all over, the way you give yourself over to rhapsody with Joe Brainard reverence: “I remember one night as a kid sitting in an over-lit Subway, nursing an enormous...

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