| Summary: | Exstasy: too little leaves you gutless and stunted. Too much and you've got the Exstatic Almanac; 365 exstatic poems for the sublime year. These poems are signposts on the road to revolutionary ruin and radical redemption. They are at once the record of an improvisatory exstasy and the imaginative impetus for the implosion of your psyche. In the ancient tradition of divinatory calendars, the Exstatic Almanac shreds the year to come - a how-to book for millennial prophets, teenage cyber-mutants, and literary thrill seekers.
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