Submerge yourself in the unruly world of Slattery's Wake-dead and alive at once-drunken surreal visions, celestial angels, haunted classrooms, cursed relics. You're already dead. Now you can open your mouth.
"This is no ordinary poem. What shall we do with a narrator-a stand-in for the author-who confesses to crimes of ruthless debauchery and betrayal? All this infernal darkness, but as Ezra Pound might have said, Aye, but there's somethin in't." - Suzanne Lummis
