Poetry. In PAIN, writer, editor and filmmaker Christopher Reiner offers a contemporary version of Charles Baudelaire's Paris Spleen, retaining all the subtlety, perverse charm, and withering social commentary of the original -- and even managing to sneak in the angels and devils that were his forerunner's specialty. Christopher Reiner's stories or prose poems -- I'm not sure how to classify them -- are subtle and psychologically astute, fascinating. They draw you in with their apparent simplicity, but it is into a conundrum, a riddle always just beyond your understanding. They leave you wanting more -- not more from them but more like them -- Rae Armantrout.
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