"If poetry is dead, we are in the next ward over wheezing noisily." Poetry is in grave peril. The medium, moribund. The locution, atrophied. The rhythm, bradycardic. Enter Tyler Atwood, semantic surgeon. Tyler Atwood's electric sheep collection shocks the system and brings words back from the brink. Atwood wields surrealism as a scalpel, dissecting memories, excising internal demons, and flaying rich narrative. He resurrects the art with a transfusion of consciousness. Atwood exposes the viscera ... failure, heartbreak, ennui ... family, lovers, friends ... and grafts them together in a viable, venerable whole. an electric sheep jumps to greener pasture gives poetry, and all of us in the next ward, a second chance.
