He Evades Genre Again

An alter ego or shadow/self swallowed in textual minutiae—this is not a form issue but/rather an issue of boundaries. Where are yours? Several windows open on your desktop; this is narrative presence in the narrative present. Evasion is such a strong word for it; my motion is frame. There goes the alter now! Take the text tissue on one hand. Even the sentences are changed, corrugated, less than cerebral. You see, Poem is nervous when under surveillance and legislation. Borders disappear into nations and pages. Full stop.