This collection of poems from Tomaž Šalamun is exuberant, ambitious, and full of surprises. Here the devil is encountered and understood-
I see the devil's head, people, I see his whole body . . .
Here the poet juggles many tones, languages, and countries. Desire is evoked as both frustrating and exhilarating-
head into the wall, on the ground, or I burn, burn,
And memory comes back to remind us of the laws and experiences of childhood-
only after five o'clock in the afternoon to take
At once daring and clear-voiced, The Book for My Brother is an extraordinary achievement.
A collection of thrilling contradictions:
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