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Jack Foley's “King Amour” is a series of amour-plated adventures that take the rider on a fifty-year journey in a soi-disant con-sciousness that takes itself serially and postulates both pos and impostures in a grand, grad granulation of mic and picturation. The Kong is dead, but the Konig kicks. Who but Amour would dorothy these ravings? As the great, inspiring, and possibly loony Samuel Greenberg wrote, 'The blue, faded purple, horizon mount / Seemed to bellow the valleys in mists / Of enriching, ensuing, divine shadowings... / Where may this be?'