anvil on a shoestring

In this belated first collection by a celebrated New York poet of the late 1960s and ’70s, Mike Silverton lets loose his pataphysical cannons in a salute to the anarchic impulses of art. ＂Look,＂ he writes, ＂if the superficial dazzles, depth need not apply.＂ Bring your sunglasses.