Poetry. Preface by Neeli Cherkovski. "Jack Foley once danced on the mad Irish coast of his poetry with the archetypal Sweeney, and he fought animals and loved them in his earlier poems. Here we find him in love with a self beyond the self, a warring set of images that finally falls from the tree of life like late autumn leaves...[,] scythe-like as in the eucalyptus leaf or rounded or invisible, perhaps without shape. 'Requieum' feeds the heart. The poet Ivan Argüelles challenges us to make use of history, of 'new poetry from California,' his chosen home. He juggles German and Spanish, French and English texts in the library corridors, writes his poems during the lunch hour and illuminates them late in the evening, eyes on fire. Two together, Foley, Argüelles, forging a word, forward. Experimental, yes, but steeped in the traditions, glorifying them from some East Anglian ice floe of single letters made into a tent, down to this wild kingdom, California, a promise fulfilled, of new things to come, of new poems to be made."—Neeli Cherkovski