The Pain Itself

<p>Kevin McPherson Eckhoff has persisted in reading what was meant to be illegible or irrelevant or what Robert Smithson might have referred to as language to be looked at rather than words to be read. Undesigning the cipher of a place-holder the matrix of layout meant merely to give space he has transformed geometry into signification. In the process he renders not the euphemism [but rather] it: what the sheer materiality of language insists on continuing to say despite our best efforts to muffle disrupt or ignore it. <em>~ Craig Dworkin author of Reading the Illegible and The Perverse Library </em></p><p><br></p><p>Annoying my god this book. Occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure a reader some great pleasure but this isn't one of them. Fifty-one grammars duel for the pain itself. And the easy hatred my god. He/She/It's all ill-advised pulpiness to me. Don't say I promised you pleasure. <em>~ Rachel Zolf winner of the Trillium award for Human Resources</em></p>