I could only make conceptual sense of about half of these poems, and loved the ones about goats and pumpkins best, but the other half drew me in and down just as far. In the afterward the poet explains, "You can read a poem without scrambling after comprehension; to do this you must first defeat the sweet tooth for sense. You can read with erotic passivity, allowing yourself to be theurgically sculpted by musical force." And that's just what it felt like.