Like a dream – or perhaps, a nightmare – the poems and their characters present a world that intersects with writing created in the name of art.
Buffeted by sudden recollections and revenants from childhood and from history, Azarov the aged poet has got his visionings and visitations down in lines that are a sometimes prosaic, sometimes hallucinatory way of asserting that re-creation of the past is how we secure our future.
