John Sibley Williams debut collection, Controlled Hallucinations $14.95, FutureCyclePress, is bare ghostly work of vision. It is a work of negative space, a work of spare words, a work of economical images, and a work of ache. It’s a numbered collection, the poems themselves lacking titles, one poem sequencing into the next. The title evokes a Rimbaudian world of fever, delirium, and excess, but Controlled Hallucinations is just that, controlled, honed; the excess is cut from the carcass, leaving spare poems that form a body that aches. The collection opens with a dedication to the “coming extinctions” and prepares the reader for an apocalyptic vision, however, Williams’ apocalypse is a personal one; a collapse of relations, of love, of family, and work. The opening poem is call to vision, a call to being. “To be the effect./To be a thoughtful pause/and restrained response...To be the scent/translated as toxin/or perfume...To be love/itself,/neither the loving/nor the belove...
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