Louis' third solo collection since 1992 finds him slightly changed again, into something of a Plains Indian Allen Ginsberg. His themes are still the defeated history and the marginalized presence of his people, his material is still largely autobiographical. This time out, the bitterness his subjects arouse is, more than before, balanced and sometimes overmastered by humor--a sarcastic, politically grudge-bearing, angry, fatalistic humor, to be sure, but funny. Here we have, a{ } la Ginsberg's vision of Whitman in the supermarket, "Jack Kerouac in Computer Hell" and Crazy Horse, challenged by a drunken skinhead, deciding "there was no need / to proceed procedurally" and walking away. Here, too, with less hilarity, we have real, hallucinatory sickness, recounted in the titular prose poem with convincing "I contain multitudes" personalism. Louis continues to be the most accessible, compelling Indian poet of his now middle-aged generation.
Ray Olson
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