The images in this book vibrate. "Mars hangs above you like a meat chime." "An ovary red dress." "Let me release the thin broth tadpole-/sticky lake from between my legs." Cadaver Dogs gives us a fast and furious poetry of "linguistic impulse" (poet Denise Levertov's term) fused with a poetry of visceral impulse, and rushes of hyped up innuendo. Multiple sensory cataracts pour forth on every page. Whether their mode is pensive, elegiac, sexual or all of the above, these poems embrace the undomesticated, taking as a given the fact that humans are perpetually channeling the various animals we contain. Want vividness and gusto, postmodern sensitivity, lingual rapture? Consume this book, or let it consume you. -- Amy Gertsler
