Schizophrenia may be characterized by a surfeit of language, a refurbishment of our used up words with musical connections every day speech and sense cannot provide. These riffs are 'clangings,' and Cramer imagines them into a poetic narrative that exults in both aural richness and words' power to evoke an interior landscape whose strangeness is intimate, unsteady, and stirring. I hear the dinner plates gossipMom collected to a hundred. My friends say get on board, but I'm not bored. Dad's a nap lying by the fire. That's whywhen radios broadcast news, news broadcast from radiosgives air to my kinship, Dickey, who says he'd go dead if everI discovered him to them. I took care, then, the last timebedrooms banged, to tape over the outlets, swipe the printsoff DVDs, weep up the teastains where once was coffee. Not one seep from him since. | Clangings by Steven Cramer, Paperback | Indigo Chapters