Poetry. "Rick London's poems startle us only to sleep in us. The measure of their music throws us into a netherworld of bodies moving without us, through us, as we endure the habits and alien habitats of mind. "There is / no book for this / level of ritual" except this one, here, inhabited by neglected spirits, abandoned beings, "but not without love / where taking breath is / love's form." We cannot be more urgently moved and informed"-Benjamin Hollander.