Poetry. "There is a troubled and mischievous soul running through the corridors of HOTEL FAUST. It is a soul determined not to be lost. Listen as it grabs and rattles its raw ambivalent sexuality, its solid yet mercurial American identity, its given taken and shaken language. Wagner's poems are poltergeists intruding in the vulnerable reality of the humdrum loony world. They disturb, fascinate and physically move" - Geraldine Monk. "I pick and pick the seam all day/ does I really think anything covers me up/ this my swan is ...
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Poetry. "There is a troubled and mischievous soul running through the corridors of HOTEL FAUST. It is a soul determined not to be lost. Listen as it grabs and rattles its raw ambivalent sexuality, its solid yet mercurial American identity, its given taken and shaken language. Wagner's poems are poltergeists intruding in the vulnerable reality of the humdrum loony world. They disturb, fascinate and physically move" - Geraldine Monk. "I pick and pick the seam all day/ does I really think anything covers me up/ this my swan is it/ eyes at one end cunt at the other/ a swaying hurting wonder between/ which is posture perfect" - from "CafT Rouge."
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