“Alystyre Julian, having given herself so totally and selflessly, disappearing into the dark to allow the light of all galaxies to illuminate, creates a film on Anne Waldman unlike everything previous—a poem that creates itself. The performances in Outrider allow Bard, Kinetic to bop pixel kernels and dance to the language of the ever-ch-c-change and become the poem of the page off the page—why the words, themselves, are dancing! And there Laurie Anderson and Meredith Monk, the witches, are calling all music, throat, rock, whistle, shriek, moon of it into the Eleni Sikelianos, the No Land of it all, and how Allen Ginsberg is present, as are Bob Dylan and Patti Smith, but no one is Anne.”
— Bob Holman, founder of the Bowery Poetry Club