This collection of poems from one of Poland's major contemporary writers, Grzegorz Wrblewski, demonstrates his characteristic virtues: anthropological focus, objectivist detachment (though not without hallucinatory interference), minimalistic precision. But it also signals the presence of new elements. One of them is an extensive reliance on found language, the preferred mode of Anglophone conceptual writers, here acquiring a distinctly Eastern European flavor. Another is his candor, which teases readers with glimpses of his most private feelings. Bleak and terse, Wrblewski subjects his material to almost clinical treatment in order to better dissect and so understand the series of events that we call reality.