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A certain slant lubricates Young's second book of poems. Lines of verse veer top-speed around corners, producing unexpectedly lucid interrogations. Anger is allowed, and disillusionment, and a general mistrust of landscape--the natural world owned and used--all countered with the anodyne of an inebriate sensibility that loves the liquor it bathes in, the language by which it collaborates.