Blood Oboe

Blood Oboe materializes inside the labyrinth of the cosmos. These poems, possessed by tonal torque, writhe in frustration: in loss of faith, in the shadow of "progress," in abject desire. For lack of finding transcendence in the everyday, Douglas Piccinnini's poetry recodes the vanishing pastoral and codes the new currency of the digital age - of the person forever indebted and on trial. "[S]tepping through a look" Blood Oboe moves through an expanse of "clipped moods" more than feelings - made from feeling, that seek "to distinguish time in time."