It's a blog! Mainly of book reviews.
It never ceases to amaze me how many poems dead authors write - how do they do it? Is there a secret compound somewhere, where recently dead poets are ressurrected and forced to write new poems? Or do they just leave poems on bits of paper hidden in obscure places, not to be discovered until years after their passing? E.g. inside modern art books they owned, responding to the images in them? The latter, slightly less preposterous, idea is in fact the truth behind this slim book. The poems and reproductions of the art works they respond to are printed facing each other. It's an interesting addition to the ouvre of one of my favourite poets.