How appropriate to have been reading this collection of poems by Oli Hazzard in the week that the great John Ashbery died. It was knowing of the poet's interest in Ashbery and Lee Harwood that brought me to read this which is his first published collection. There is something dreamlike about these pieces which slip easily from linguistic virtuosity to imaginative arenas where words and angels collide, where rationality and paradox live side by side. He looks for beauty and meaning in the everyday - colloquialisms, puns and he experiments with palindromes and anagrams, and found phrases and language such as in "The Inability to Recall the Precise Word for Something". These are rather like picking up beach debris, putting together the items in such a way that illuminates, just as the surrealists did. If one accepts Ashbery's view that poetry can be absorbed at an emotional level without being rationally understood one can enjoy these pieces without having a full understanding of them. But do we admire pieces as "Sonnet", "Home Poem"s or "As Necessity Requires" more than we enjoy them? I enjoyed the more lyrical poems with a little narrative momentum and the suspicion of an underlying story, however obscure. "Kayak" has this. Also those with a little humour, which Hazzard uses deftly, such as in "During My Time Here".This is a collection to savour and return to. I will be starting again with "Martedi Grasso" which on first read I found fascinating and frustrating in equal measure - so much more to understand and enjoy in these poems. March on Oli!