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Hilarity in the vault! A man without a face and an ever-shifting position on things: sheer terror and comedy follow “where everywhere, divides.” — Fanny Howe “To read Karl Parker’s poems is to revel in the tremendous reach of a mind that, more than any other I’ve read (more than John Clare, more than Khlebnikov or Kharms or Huerta) can render me awed at the realization that we, each of us, has a person inside our skins with us. Parker enacts this phenomelogical remembering with such a wit and lyricism, and such a grief, that I believe him likely one of the smartest, saddest, funniest writers alive. He is without doubt one of my favorite writers. I have been following his work for years. And so will people for years to come.” — Gabriel Gudding
