Bought this as an undergrad on impulse, looking for something "light." Whoa, no idea what the heck I was reading—what did I read?—but revisiting decades later I found its insane images had been seared into my memory. Still have not seen these performed live, but they do live, as pure writing.
R.I.P. Richard Foreman
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