Comashopped Operative - Ag Davis - Bog

From the opening lines the reader is implicated by the Comashopped Operative : "it's a tripwire / your face reversed...you study my fears in this blistered and extended universal effigy."
AG Davis leads you, the reader, on an orphic journey into the Inferno of the id and/or the body, in unpredictable, ever-mutating form - and on into realms more primal yet, those charted only darkly by Artaud and Bataille and Hieronymus Bosch.
Groping through winds and flakes of language in disintegration, the ¿I' is stripped away in tatters and shreds of the confessional lyric, dialogue, phil-osophy, trans-humanist speculation, prophesy, parody, social analysis, heretical theology, other-stream poetry, dissolved to seething miasmas of words, crosswinds of scattered vocabularies.
Therein we find not only the swarming chaos of the unconscious and spectres of the body in trans-gression, but also, paradoxically, the reflection of a society fractured and congealed in the sway of all of these forces, and the technology through which that society manifests itself, infects or is infected by the primordial process of consciousness, its annihilation and transcendence.