Barrytown/StationHill Publishing

In this richly integrated collection of stories, poems, & other texts, the intermedial composer-performer Franz Kamin generates a personal mythos out of his musical, mathematical, biographical, & mystical concerns.

“Once, while I was listening to a lecture on dreams, I noticed that the girl in front of me had fallen asleep on her arms. Where was she then? It would be gentle to guess that Franz Kamin is busy exploring the geography of her elsewhere. Yet the force in his work is like that of all the other explorers, whose images become gentle and benign only in hindsight (Audubon, for instance, fleeced Keats’s brother at cards). It is transgressive, impatient of the natives, hasty, not yet polished up for presentation to the Société d’Ailleurs. Here are his travel diaries, still stained with blood and lime squash.”- Robert Kelly