The images in this book vibrate. "Mars hangs above you like a meat
chime." "An ovary red dress." "Let me release the thin broth
tadpole-/sticky lake from between my legs." Cadaver Dogs gives us a fast
and furious poetry of "linguistic impulse" (poet Denise Levertov's term)
fused with a poetry of visceral impulse, and rushes of hyped up
innuendo. Multiple sensory cataracts pour forth on every page. Whether
their mode is pensive, elegiac, sexual or all of the above, these poems
embrace the undomesticated, taking as a given the fact that humans are
perpetually channeling the various animals we contain. Want vividness
and gusto, postmodern sensitivity, lingual rapture? Consume this book,
or let it consume you. -- Amy Gertsler