I had a bit of a hard time with the no punctuation, fragmented quality of these poems, but there was a lot of beautiful imagery, some piercing moments and a wicked poem on Rosanne Barr, that begins "is there anyone worse than Rosanne Barr?" and ends "this poisonous mother." I connected with that one a little more than his poems to poets. I loved the afterward titled Late Humanism in which he looks at the place of poetry, particularly in our currently calamitous public life, as well as his own life in writing these poems. I would definitely revisit him.