This newest collection of poems from Tomaz Salamun is exuberant, ambitious, and full of surprises. Here the devil is encountered and understood-
I see the devil's head, people, I see his whole body . . .
Here the poet juggles many tones, languages, and countries. Desire is evoked as both frustrating and exhilarating-
head into the wall, on the ground, or I burn, burn,
And memory comes back to remind us of the laws and experiences of childhood-
only after five o'clock in the afternoon to take
At once daring and clear-voiced, The Book for My Brother is an extraordinary achievement.
What emerges when a master poet holds desire, memory, and innocence up to a surreal, unwavering light?