"'I am here to hustle you,' writes Mark
Tursi in his terrific second book, BRUTAL SYNECDOCHE. In his meditations on
culture, identity, religion, language (which one cannot avoid any more than one
can avoid piss in a swimming pool,according to the first poem of the book),
Tursi writes in a very casual tone, but the imagery is incredibly intensive.
The result is a kind of 'hustling': the poems not only tug the reader along,
but are already hustling themselves, already at conflict. As in most of these
poems, there is an obscene humor at work as well in this line—the slang
connotations of 'hustling' have to do with seduction and prostitution. But
these unresolved conflicts, such as the prominent one between the sacred and
profane, become the key to Tursi's vision: 'But hell, who cares, we'll have a
wild time later at the crematorium. Listening to the murmr and hust of dust to
dust, ashes to ashes... Look there's God's grandeur...right underneath the lid
of that coffin.' Perhaps Tursi is a great religious poet after all. No pervert.
No visionary."—Johannes Göransson