I love this collection so much. Manguso is a wizard, I'm convinced. These poems are brutal, tender, blunt, aching, wet, heavy things. They are wounds and stitches both. Favorites in this collection include the unbelievably good "Hell," as well as: "Address to an Absent Lover," "Address From One Place to Another," "Things I Have Learned," "A Final Poem," "The Movement of a Caravan over the Landscape," "The Trick is Not Minding," "Friend," "A Glittering," and the haunting endpoem, "Oblivion Speaks," which leaves the reader with this:
"I am what you understand best and wordless.
I am with you in your chair and in your song.
I am what you avoid and what you stop avoiding.
I am what’s left when there is nothing left.
Love me hard, pilgrim.”