Galvanized

You have in your hands an American book, but one that is totally original. Imagine the kind of poetry a Mid-Western, Buddhist mechanic with a graduate degree in English might write. Can't do it, can you? Let me give you a hint: begin with a reel of Goddard, a dab of Cezanne, and a cut-up of Rauschenberg. Throw in some hex nuts, V-8 engines, and Bars Leak. Swirl in a few beams of Texas sunlight and a flurry of Michigan snow. Now you have a start, but only a start.