(((...))) by Maxwell Clark wrestles with what can be made " out of nonsense" in a collection that is as strange as it is stunning. Clark's poetic language resists the confines of coherence-- at times, steeped in emotion that exceeds referential meaning, even crying out, " woah, man" or presenting a visual array of punctuation or letters without words. (((...))) turns chaos into control and procedure, and turns control, pristine poetic convention into the chaotic.