calm lunacy - by Spencer Chang - spencer's paradoxes

I've been reading Madness, Rack, and Honey by Mary Ruefle lately. It's a beautiful book in the literal sense. A pristine eggshell white cover with the words Madness, Rack, and Honey in big script and the words spilling over the sides. Typeset in a beautiful serif font, it gives the light impression of a writer while shedding the normally intimidating air of literary books for a playful whimsy. When anyone asks me what I've been reading lately, I pay special attention to how people react as I read off the title. There's an air of mystery that provokes curiosity. All known words, simply set in a list and bunched together, and that is enough to seduce many. The name itself takes up so much space, too. It's a long title, and its weight lingers in the air when it's spoken. I tell people it's a book about poetry. I tell people it's one of the better ones. Ruefle starts off the book by saying that "all she has to say about poetry" is: "I don't think I really have anything to say about poetry

I've been reading Madness, Rack, and Honey by Mary Ruefle lately. It's a beautiful book in the literal sense. A pristine eggshell white cover with the words Madness, Rack, and Honey in big script and the words spilling over the sides. Typeset in a beautiful serif font, it gives the light impression of a writer while shedding the normally intimidating air of literary books for a playful whimsy. When anyone asks me what I've been reading lately, I pay special attention to how people react as I read off the title. There's an air of mystery that provokes curiosity. All known words, simply set in a