This seemed to me to be the poetic version of [[Gertrude Stein's]] [Three Lives]...and that's not a compliment. It seemed to relish being neither poetry or prose, and while I don't have a problem with a text working in that gray area, I do think there should be some reasoning that comes across, which didn't here outside of simple experimentation. While I enjoyed the language at times, it seemed fairly simple and straightforward prose at others without any real memorable moments. It was also difficult to get a feel for the context of the pieces, and as a whole, I felt dissatisfied at the end. ( )