Material (as in' concrete': glassine -- O liquid!) but abstract, say Miro in dialogue with Picasso. That is they're pretty painterly, the poems, with images that flow past one changing into words . . . pixels . . . serifs. Domestic, lyric, amorous -- well why not? "Cracked, however, like the liberty bell." One can actually read them and be there, just reading, seeing (like you're really there, really really there. You get to stay yourself.) Steinlike (as in glasses), stained. Stunning. His best book yet." --Alice Notley