Between shadow and ground, imagination populates from memory: no things but in nothings. I enjoy QUADRAGENE for its echoes and its range; for its driving me occasionally to the dictionary from interest rather than as obligation; for its elegant and intelligent design ... and for causing me to think about fat and epilepsy and the view from the sea. Self-explanatory, it is a Mother Gooseflesh for now.--- Tom Raworth
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