| ",Imagine a postmodern Pindar with a liberal arts education and good command of Polish, think of an Orpheus who starts out as a horny kid from the American suburbs, hits the road like Kerouac, learns a few things along the way, but still looks back-wacked! Kress has come up with some playful and surprisingly haunting sonnets that glance at the old stories but sing their own new, not too sweet songs.", -Julia Kasdorf |
