"In Young''s work, the big essential questions—mortality, identity, the meaning of life—aren''t simply food for thought; they''re grounds for entertainment."—Toronto Star

"Surrealism seldom seems as much like real life as in Young''s hilarious and cautionary poems."—Booklist

Bender gathers a generous selection of new work along with treasure from Dean Young''s twelve volumes. Strongly influenced by Surrealism, Dean Young''s poems flash with extravagant imagery, humorous speech, sly views of the quotidian, and the exposed nerves of heartache. As the American Academy of Arts and Letters raved, "Young''s poems are as entertaining as a three-ring circus and as imaginative as a canvas by Hieronymus Bosch. He is one of the most inventive and satisfying poets writing today."

From "Even Funnnier Looking Now":

If someone had asked me then,
Do you suffer from the umbrage of dawn''s
dark race horses, is your heart a prisoner
of raindrops? Hell yes! I would have said
or No way! Never would I have said,
What could you possibly be talking about?
I had just gotten to the twentieth century
like a leftover girder from the Eiffel Tower.
My Indian name was Pressure-Per-Square-Inch.
I knew I was made of glass but I didn''t
yet know what glass was made of: hot sand
inside me like pee going all the wrong
directions, probably into my heart
which I knew was made of gold foil
glued to dust . . .

"In Young''s work, the big essential questions—mortality, identity, the meaning of life—aren''t simply food for thought; they''re grounds for entertainment."—Toronto Star

"Surrealism seldom seems as much like real life as in Young''s hilarious and cautionary poems."—Booklist

Bender gathers a generous selection of new work along with treasure from Dean Young''s twelve volumes. Strongly influenced by Surrealism, Dean Young''s poems flash with extravagant imagery, humorous speech, sly views of the quotidian, and the exposed nerves of heartache. As the American Academy of Arts and Letters raved, "Young''s poems are as entertaining as a three-ring circus and as imaginative as a canvas by Hieronymus Bosch. He is one of the most inventive and satisfying poets writing today."

From "Even Funnnier Looking Now":

If someone had asked me then,
Do you suffer from the umbrage of dawn''s
dark race horses, is your heart a prisoner
of raindrops? Hell yes! I would have said
or No way! Never would I have said,
What could you possibly be talking about?
I had just gotten to the twentieth century
like a leftover girder from the Eiffel Tower.
My Indian name was Pressure-Per-Square-Inch.
I knew I was made of glass but I didn''t
yet know what glass was made of: hot sand
inside me like pee going all the wrong
directions, probably into my heart
which I knew was made of gold foil
glued to dust . . .