WOMANWANDERSWARNINGThe late Hannah Weiner's posthumously published Page(Roof Books, 2002) is a remarkable piece of writing. It seems to me to be less a matter of schizophrenia or clairvoyance, both of which “afflicted” Weiner. The book seems squarely in the tradition of the more experimental of the poets of the latter part of the century, particularly Bernadette Mayer and Ron Silliman. Each page of Page appears to be written in a day, over a day perhaps, or maybe in a minute. The book is made up of four serial poems, the first and longest and most perceptive, entitled Page, as its an analysis of what makes up a page. It is unclear exactly who is doing the talking in the poem, it could be heard voices, or seen words, but just as easily Hannah Weiner talking, or rather writing, to herself (“Hannah, youre stuck”), educating herself. It is an epistolary book, and probably is just as easily genealogical or biographical.