Title: Oh Please...
Product review: Gluck's new chapbook has all the character, texture, and smell of a cistern...you know, one of those vast labyrinthine sewer systems popular during the Roman Empire. So already we're talking about a paragon of bad writing. The flow of sewage could be fast, at the very least (as there are abundant opportunities for it in her structure), but she chooses to keep the spigot closed, so eventually the stench becomes oppressive to the point of unimaginability. Gluck needs a real job...one with less responsibility attached to it than a poet's.
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