"To the pantheon of East European poets-Zagajewski, Szymborska, Herbert, Holub -- we must now add Martinaitis. 'K.B.,' the poet's common-man alter ego, has one foot in the miseries and fears of the post-Soviet era, one in the usual turmoils of the human self. In Laima Vince's wonderful translation, this poetry is sharp, comic, salty, yet at the same time overflowing with compassion and tenderness." - Alicia Suskin Ostriker
