When some might say that the turbulence of our souls can be solved by psychotropic drugs, or that the artistic experiments of the avant-garde have been made irrelevant by technology, Eshleman's work stands as defiant testament to the hope that we are more than this, that we can still participate in a radical imaginative freedom. Near the end of Anticline he writes
The poet can have no system overseer, noClayton Eshleman reads from his work on April 8 at perhaps our most interesting new venue for readings, Copper Colored Mountain Arts' Red Barn, out west of town on Liberty.
third eye at the peak of a pyramid
like a lighthouse beam onto his psychic sleights--
his stare weight stairway
a Self-assembled sylphwork
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