[OR] might be a book of steganography. Or not. The tension of
appearance inheres in it, and ciphertexts seem to abound. As the poems
take up their concealing/revealing, coded/decoded,
intelligence/counter-intelligence themes, borders and borderlands
appear, are crossed, or are closed. Many of the borderlands turn out to
be their own interiors - "secret" workings of the codes ghosting through
them. Are they abject castoffs, lost possibilities, proscribed
mutations, or future events?
Codes are hidden everywhere, sliding through the atmosphere, slipping
into microwave towers, handheld devices, nervous systems, brains,
retinas, bar codes, antimissile systems, the antennae of DNA, the traces
of virtual particles, the Chauvet Cave drawings, your Twitter account.
Each broaches a transformative version of its own transduction. The buck
never stops. And since it's been documented that perception happens
before we know it (Benjamin Libet), and the future might already have
happened, these poems ask what this might mean - especially in an
accelerated, "semio-inflated" world of signs, words, and information.
Maybe it's no wonder that the poems use tropes from spy thrillers and
code breakers. In them a character may have been murdered, or moved to
another dimension. Along the way strange perturbations occur to
narrative and its others: memory, (prosthetic memory), dream, reportage,
code, a little history of the future, déjà vu, paramnesia, the virtual -
versions, evasions, and alternatives. Each poem gets read a few times,
its code deciphered or ciphered back up. Some of the poems decay. Each
reader reads his or her own poem and encodes it for another. What
communication crosses out, these poems try to find. They might ask "What
is reading?" while at the same time "Who are you?" In asking they
acknowledge fragility, and in fragility, suggests William E. Connolly,
lies the beginning of freedom.