too short a far shot

Introduction This book is written as a purge of old ghosts, or Tanya said it was at least. It is her fourth book with Posthuman Poetry & Prose. It speaks of alienation & distances, the incommunicability of intensity. I too know how it feels when organs do not fit in this stupid human skin, & I certainly don't understand capitalism. Tanya, too, has a fish family to look after, we all have something that obliges us to engage with gross & grotesque reality. Anyway, what is purged is things that do not appertain to the now, the inessential & already transcended; the machinations of Maya, that what is not, what Mahadevi has done to pass Her time & entertain Herself, because eternal perfection is dull when One is wanton & grows desirous, as She does. Intensity is not expressed in any human tongue, but Kali as Matangi can show it to those She favours, so we can step sideways into the light with Her a while. This book does this, & sings the perfection of the dirty, the impure, the "immaculate dirt, for everything is essentially divine. The book ends with the chain of return seen as always already perfect, every fall, everything part of Mother with the "huge black eyes". For everything is what it is & this book shows how to approach the essentially incomprehensible nature of what is, the cruel confusion that is, & these poems delineate a stance to take to the world that lets us see earth behind it & sustaining & upholding it. Tanya shows that the only way to do this is to relinquish the illusions of humanism. Because goddess is always desirous, She always wants things to happen, so there is no quiescent end state, incarnation is forever, &, like Mr. Fish himself, we shall always carry some false body around, though we are fire & formless, & we belong in Her perfection. As Tanya points out, the animal sleeps like Maa Kali lives, naked & dressed in space, too large to be contained.