I wanted to like this, and it seemed like just the sort of thing I'd enjoy... but, really, I just didn't. From beginning to end, it felt overly complicated and self-involved, while being so minimalist as to come across as more academic and convoluted than enjoyable. I never did feel connected to any of the poems, and it's hard for me to imagine revisiting this collection for any reason. I've really enjoyed some of Young's other pieces, but this just felt more like an academic playing with words & ideas, and calling the results poems, as opposed to what I'd read and enjoy as poetry.

Obviously, I have to say that it's not something I'd recommend. ( )