This from Joshua Corey's review of Shanna Compton's Down Spooky.:
Nervy and syncopated, Down Spooky proves that you don’t have to prove your seriousness to create authentic experience in language. Or as “My Huge Napoleon” concludes, asking of its titular character, “Why can’t he just admit / pleasure is inevitable?”
This from my mind: can seriousness ever create authentic experience in language?