This collection of poems from one of Poland’s most unique contemporary writers, Grzegorz Wróblewski, demonstrates his characteristic virtues: an objectivist stance, anthropological focus, and epigrammatic concision. However, new elements are beginning to assert themselves as well. Wróblewski experiments with a more extensive use of found material—the preferred technique of English-language conceptual writers, which here acquires a distinctly Eastern European flavor, as well as with a lyrical candor that teases his readers with glimpses of his most private feelings. Bleak and terse, Wróblewski subjects his material to almost clinical treatment in order to better dissect and so understand the series of events that we call reality.