"Like a gender-errant Benjamin, Mina Pam Dick constellates recombinant philosophies, aesthetic forgeries, and the intertextual detritus of the big slithering city. The poems and prose that pack Delinquent’s sucker punch are weighted with the freight of excess baggage, which means they are the very work of today"
"[A] text that reminds us that imagination lives in language, is uncontainable, fluid, reverses gravity and history, unties the knot between gender and body, assumption and consumption. Who are we? Or how many are we? Or where are we? . . . . I think Dick offers a jouissance for the 21st centuryaccelerate the wit, play, and bite."
"The Minas are many. Tompkins Square Park is the site of Philosophical Investigations. Walser is writing the New Sentence, again. Fear and Trembling on the sidewalk, in an iced coffee . . . . The proposition is a poem. The paradox is a contradiction. 'Words show no pity.' A t-shirt, a haircut, a dependent clause, a math equation. The best part of the dissertation is unwrittenhere it is."
"[A] hybrid tractatus that runs circles around Spinoza and all the bad boys of analytic philosophy who tripped over their own logic and uncovered new realms of uncertainty between truth and falsity, sense and reference, proof and paradox. Into this gap in the binary jumps Pam Dick’s poetic avatar: a bastard son who’s really a daughter, a rogue bachelorette of the intellect who surfs the thickets and asylums of Western thought, shaking the tree of knowledge for subversive apple-truths . . . . culminating in a veritable Q.E.D. of heretical subjectivity that is by turns rigorous, risible, picaresque, and profound."
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