No commentator has better understood Ed Dorn, and the prophetic nature of his Turbine, than t thilleman in his new poem; perhaps because it took a poet of grand scale to comprehend Dorn’s iconoclastic work, and only T’s line so far has had the authority to resist falling into either idolatry of the master, or the usual trap of mimicry. thilleman is a heady theorizer, but fastidious to construct the theoretical always just ahead of the line, so that his poem never side tracks or runs aground. thilleman’s contextualization sends us backward in order to go forward: back to Dorn’s visionary text of late-stage capitalism—to gain speed—then fast forward into nothing short of the future of poetry writing. Dorn readers and scholars, and tt fans, will be clocking this book for years.

   Rich Blevins

t thilleman's highwire coming-of-age memoir is the unfiltered record of the heaviness and lightness of being, the poetics of everything. At the source of it all are the guiding spirits: Olson, Duncan, Jung, among them, but all told, after all the words, there's the thing that isn't there and that's what it's about for him, like a quest legend, how deep can you go? This is tt's tell-all masterpiece convoluted, inflammatory, beyond the pale, down to earth, a glow in the dark puzzle, a promissory note to the future, a lasting trace.

     Lewis Warsh