Poetry. Mac Wellman's new collection of poetry is so singular, so original that there is no one writing poetry today quite like him. His fanciful, satirical world is filled with addresses to magical figures such as the silent Mahoon. They appear, as in his plays, in a language we can only slightly glimpse, as if the author were speaking from some alien planet. Leaves speak, things get 'skyudgled' and fly away like 'dead bats.' It is a marvelous world which once you enter you will want to visit again and again.--Douglas Messerli

Not aroused by language? Your troubles are over. In this brilliant saga about spear hunting, Jesus, and the common house cat, Mac Wellman once again proves that you don't have to leave the safety of your own home to get that ebullient tingly feeling associated with raves and roller coasters.--Lisa Jarnot