The first poem of Gaspar's I read was the fantastic you can't be a star in the sky without holy fire. Unfortunately there were none in this book I loved *quite* as much, but it still had some lines I liked enough to write down, particularly in his poems about summer mania.
Not unlike Larry Levis, Gaspar writes poetry that leaps gracefully from one subject matter to the next, using swirling syntax and a wry, self-referential tone.