ABSTRACT
The Comparative Method’s ranking process was originally done by adjusting inkblood tone in simple quantitative reaction to -er, more, less, worse, percent, than. A comparative system of adjectival attribution embedded heartfelt notions of the self into human flesh. The bug expelled, The Comparative Method never again made a comparison, never plotted the results of a test on a line, never conducted what might be considered an examination of an object. The Comparative Method saw itself as an unmaker of clots in a world just coming to know The Bloat. It found what was tight and blew into it, breaking firm bonds and leaving them loose; it was a maker of free radicals. Good for many things, The Comparative Method is a rotten poet—even worse when asked to invoke a biographical spirit.
