Nicholodeon: a book of lowerglyphs

Visual Poetry. “Imagine each page of this book as an embalmed cross-section of the trunk of some exotic body. The black marks on the pages constitute the outlines of capillaries that perhaps once carried strange vital fluids from extremity to extremity, but now lie dry and clogged with tarry residue. This is a Manitoban Book of the Dead, leading from now/here to nowhere.” In the world of NICHOLODEON, desire dwells in the spaces between where its readers expect to go and where the poems eventually take them; misreading is mandatory because there are only detours. “If this book was a bicycle, a tour-de-force would be the winner of the Tour de France, and we would have happily waited for Godot”–Steve McCaffery.