If Only in Combat I Find Love

Jack Nancy

'The Infrarealists, in an echo of Rimbaud, strove for a hallucinatory vision of mankind: The Constellation of the Beautiful Bird. No learn'd astronomer, more a sauced one, Jack Nancy begins his debut making scattered mention of a few examples of avian life. Arm around the shoulder the whole time, he lifts you with him on the wing of his own migration patterns between New York, California, Mexico, & more. Rightly, Nancy extols the tenets of communism, & tells you, again rightly, to not trust anyone who hasn't read Altazor. Now, that's wisdom. He writes with a lush's state of mind, even sober: some parts Brautigan, aromatic O'Hara, a dash of Desnos. Sweet talk, shit talk, silly talk. A tasteful & singular brew, worth this volume's weight in sips. If you really love nothing & the subtle rainbows it vibrates in the real, then this one's for you. Cheers.' – Aristilde Kirby