Dean Young surmounts the failures of love and the body with his signature humor, verbal banter, and wild imaginative leaps. Embracing the elegiac, angry, and amorous with surrealistic wordplay and off-kilter music, Young coaxes us to "fall higher" into an intimate, vulnerable, expansive exchange. This is a major new book by one of America's most inventive poets. I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo's cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50 page description of you sleeping, another 75 of what you think staring out a window. I don't care about the plot although I suppose there will have to be one, the usual separation of the lovers, turbulent seas, danger of de-commission in spite of constant war, time in gulps and glitches passing, squibs of threnody, a fallen nest, speckled eggs somehow uncrushed, the sled out-racing the wolves on the steppes, the huge glittering ball where all that matters is a kiss at the end of a dark hall . . .
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