This volume of Nezval's poetry stems from the four year period where he was running the Czech group of surrealists, yet the surrealism of the poems in the book doesn't come full-blown, but is prepared step by step.
In the beginning there are lots of verbal still-life pictures, idyllic with a good dosage of humour and lightness. Timeless beauty, I would say, though I probably only feel so because this kind of countryside beauty is just a memory from the past and long-gone. Those poems and their mood comes not very astonishing if one knows Nezval's earlier work, yet it stands in stark contrast with the collection's title, "The absolute undertaker".
Well, when the "spotaneous conrete irrational ideas", as Nezval comments himself, become wilder, the imagery also gets a bit darker:
"The whole complicated picture / shows a petrified Sodom / which is eroded by the drunken finger of denudation."
You see, there's more and more digging going on, digging to the grounds of the human condition, by way of the "necessity that is expressed with the help of chance".
What binds the more sober and the more drunken poems together is the visuality of Nezval's poetry. (Actually, to enforce that even more, there are some paintings of Nezval reproduced in the book as well.) And in a short prose part towards the end Nezval explains the means of his creation. It reminds very much of a Rorschach test. Well, whatever the creative process was, it's the result that counts. This is an excellent volume of poetry, containing a lot of (our) world.