Steven Artelle's long poem "Four Hundred Rabbits" is simultaneously imaginative & philosophical. There are red rabbits, shy rabbits, rabbits into soft core porn, rabbits with foot fetishes, filthy creatures who become deities of dust, robot rabbits, masked rabbits. Above all "Four Hundred Rabbits" has a poignant lyricism with descriptions which bring to mind Albrecht Dűrer's Apocalypse & William Blake's illuminated books. This work is full of energy, heat, humour & creativity. If John Updike, Dante Alighieri & Lewis Carroll were to have a love child, his name would be Steven Artelle.
"one rabbit cried/our divinity was nothing without the cities/the cities with their night fires and their cavernous days/and praise and praise and praise was the pulse of our dancing"