The Moon's JawThe Moon's Jaw

The poems of The Moon's Jaw are a portrait of rotting decadence: wastelands of body and soul radioactive with death, cruelty, and a dark gleaming perverse sexuality. The language, flow, and rhythms of Rauan Klassnik's second collection seem to revel in themselves, stagnate, bog down, wallow. As Klassnik writes, "There's no way out but we don't stop trying" and here, we find a wasteland spectrum, from a playground, a twisted eden that lurches forward--despite a swollen turgid gravity of blurred gender and godlessness and wheel-spinning ruts--to an obsessive and persistently striving narrative of death, gender, corruption, and (anti)religion.