One of the most versatile and rebellious poets in Poland, Świetlicki
takes us into streets, cafes, rooms, and conversations where -- with his
signature dark glasses -- he ponders metaphysical questions in the
minutiae of daily life. These are poems about life, forgiveness,
communication, love, death, and time: in the slit of a mailbox, he sees
"Not the light but / the galloping Now." The poems have an urban edge
and bite, and Świetlicki has recorded many of them as lyrics with his
rock band. The collection, his first to be translated into English,
culls work from all twelve of his published volumes.