Jilt; A Romance

"This story is dedicated to no-one, least of all the muse - this text belongs to no-body. Speaking as not the author but the hero - I would hope to venomize the versified. I would hope to produce anxiety throughout the body of this Fury, Hope - a fear of illiterature (language shrunken to mere lexicon, or scattered vernacular...) (what will be written about, against...) (the subject consumes itself...).

In this rat infested Pantheon I have seen the hash-cognac transformation of all poetry, the sleepwalking Dystopia and heavy-handed boredom. Hope can't stand it - pushing the words back into the poet's mouth." -- from the work's Introduction