Some say Abraham Smith's live readings are the best in America, except it's more accurate to say he howls rather than reads. So, better to call his readings hollerings, which often times might take place next to a tree. Listen to his howl via the flexi-disc included in DESTRUCTION OF MAN. You will hear the postmodern pastoral incantatory prophesy told through colloquialism and a minding of song. Music has a scent and the song logic as this book meanders along that broken and disjointed road. Regional writing is a curse, it seems; but this book is unabashedly regional, in the sense that Smith sought to translate
the stories of his native county--and thereby the fading gleam or echo of a dying agrarian lifeway. This is
a book-length poem about small scale family farming in the midst of the get-big-or-get-out mantra and foghorn. More broadly, this is
a book-length poem about culture history and masculinity and our rupturing and sometimes obliterating elisions with machines.
The conclusions are clarion clear: rurality has its hectic musics and all we have is love. Gertrude Stein said the seed
of DESTRUCTION OF MAN: "After all anybody is as their land and air is."