Now we see us, now we don’t …

… “A Wall Around the Word”: on Far West, poems by Floyd Skloot – On the Seawall. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Far West returns us to universal values that postmodernism has often assailed as being too personal, too much of the artist’s signature, too much of a search and demand for order where instability prevails. From the pastoral to the familial, the mundane to the transcendent, Far West is filled with intelligence, grace, and vigor. Although he confronts the ravages of a chronic illness that is not only painful but uprooting and disorienting.

I just bought the book.