Cirrus@Austlit

'If you are the only one capable of saving the world, would a hedgehog be your go-to solution? Should you commit seppuku simply because you feel at home everywhere? How much trouble could you be in, if you imagine that most people you meet are your concubines? What if you find out that God occasionally indulges in writing dirty poems? These questions seem absurd. However, before passing judgment, you might discover the surprising poetic resolutions that Daniel Ionita proposes in this volume.

'Ionita has succeeded - with dexterous flair - in meshing history with the biblical while ribbing authority and human excess through absurdity and surrealism - reminding the reader of Tristan Tzara and the Dadaists... This collection is a significant contribution to Australian poetry.' (Publication summary)

'I will be home, or maybe not when you arrive.

The soup is in the empty fridge; just warm it up.

A ghost of lettuce and a spectre of some buttercup,

there should be something, maybe nothing, to contrive.

'Not much to do about that cough, should it persist,

and settle in the guest room, should it still exist.

Watch some TV, there’s nothing on unless there is,

and read this book with missing pages – hers and his.' (Publication summary)