This poetry is built on randomness, time and space. Each poem is a moment of a moving picture, a personal reflection of the news of the day. The white redacted text is held firm within a black square and yet ever changing, displacing time and space, giving the reader a glimpse of a world thrown into chaos. From the hollowness of a forgotten war-rubbled street, Susana H. Case's "Erasure, Syria" bewails the cataclysmic stupefaction of an unending conflict of truth, a country trapped in existential fog, pleading for demystification and deliverance from quietus. This is Syria.
