A bold, new poet to be noted, identified, and saluted with a certain hilarity, S. X. Rosenstock advises her readers to "abandon all anxiety of allusion catching" and "let the poems work their cooing, buzzing, garrulous way into your innocent ears." Compared by Richard Howard to Florine Stettheimer in terms of her pallette and her impasto, Rosenstock delights in the preposterous, the unavailing, and the not-to-be-cloned as she moves among the monuments and the ruins of society in verses that beguile the ear, leap-frog grammatical barriers, and prod Wharton and Plath into patterns subservient to her whim. All the while this talented poet challenges patriarchal codes and reveals authentic sources of pleasure.