When I first encountered Craig Raine's poetry it was like a homecoming, one of the most exciting moments in my literary youth. Here was someone who seemed to write about the same world that I saw through my eyes - the most commonplace things having a breathless mystery about them. I have since discovered that his approach spawned an entire school of "Martian Poetry" that takes his "A Martian Sends a Postcard Home" as its point of departure into a tour of the most familiar things seen through alien eyes: "There are tiddlywinks / of light in the summer woods. /Play with them. The ironing-board / has permanent lumbago. Pity it." In "Scrap", "The [petrol] pump held a gun to its head an empty theatrical gesture". "Enquiry into Two Inches of Ivory", "A Cemetery in Co.Durham" and "The Behaviour of Dogs" are the poems that stand out the most for me from this collection and are always with me.