while I was busy with my cousin Richard Lopez sent me the draft of his chapbook Super8. this morning is the first chance I've had to read it.
at first the poems seemd raw. but then I understood that he's attempting to give them the look & feel of those long-ago porn loops that were a staple of stag & frat parties.
his artfulness is making the poems look artless. but of course they're anything but. there are hidden rimes & tight images. & then there's the tantalizing issue of narrator: is this Lopez remembering? is this Klaw directing Bettie Page? is this frat boy sliding beer can over crotch?
I'm not sure when this chap will hit the stands but look out for it. & hold tightly.