IVIV p. 36 "on the blacktop, we have cars"

[Mark Kohut]

"obsessively arranged".....in TRPs singled-up lines upon lines....and 
such arranging smacks of linearity gone wild......not-good

Is this not a great line?  Poetry from our lyrical prose stylist of, often, genius: "The trees of the neighboorhood sifted the air green". A pure pastoral visionary moment in TRP.....

What development and industrialism have caused us to lose all over....

Discuss....