Galatea Resurrects #18 (A Poetry Engagement)
This is a chunk from the beginning of j/j’s energetic piece:
Michael Leong’s book e.s.p. feels like a psychic density being revealed by both method (a system of gentle ludic) and presences of self (“lonely longevity”). In it (e.s.p.) and by way of it (ESP) a figure is culled through by way of its you (“I looked for you through the lattice  I looked for you when my monocle returned”). Inverting any “abyss of its own abeyance” this book necessarily turns itself (through its various methods (“tenuous vector”)) toward its own threnody. Threnody as necessity? Threnody as non-dogmatic resurrection? Threnody as mass of thresholds to pass through?