Poetry. With these exquisite SEX MACHINES, Jamie Townsend gives us the Baroque energy of a painted rose casually opening onto a profane, profound, ornate, and complex realm where 'we don't have to choose.' Epiphanies occur, are recognized and undermined. Desire, identity, love, fun, and tragedy vie for our attention as Townsend proves there is a sexuality to fate, 'an effacement of its ongoing effacement.' Sonorous and seductive, SEX MACHINES might just reveal the 'culmination of your basest fantasy' where 'We can all go fuck ourselves.' Read them and weep.--Laura Moriarty
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