World's Tallest Disaster
Chosen by Robert Pinsky (who provides a foreword) for the  press's first book prize, this taut, defiant, confessional  collection implicates the reader in the speaker's misdeeds and  misguidedness: "Reader, it was the funniest thing / after you  left... / ...they called security." Marvin wields monotone  vitriol ("Let me thank the lake that drowns you, the sun/ that  makes your face old") and remote, albeit painful, embroilment  ("Our lungs are blue/ from breathing that color.// Our faces  wear the same/ expression. The sky is incapable of anything  bluer./ Our hearts cannot be redder") like bludgeons.Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc.--This text refers to theHardcoveredition.