Sairica Rose has proved herself a consummate stylist and intrepid voyager through the dark underworlds: her first collection Subtitles for a Silent Movie brought her poet s laurels in abundance. In her second book of poems she turns outward to the teeming world around her. She has spotted so much on the move, divined so many hidden portents, blown so many people s cover, shot such action through a shattered lens and set down all the glinting shards indelibly. Here is a poet the world will be reading for a long time, who has captured its fevered image in a form more durable than brass. From the Presentation by Christopher Hood.