The Sixth Great Extinction

Alchemical polyphonia of non sequitur. Massa confusa of the digital age spied through the alembic of books. Relentless machinery of revelation. An eschatology of the species, of the biosphere. Chance operations and elegant lyrical surrealism. Vermicelli five bushels hashish vowel. It's all here in The Sixth Great Extinction. In his poetry, Whit Griffin makes living forms. He's doing it to keep the tradition alive. -Peter O'Leary