In the intimate address of Axel Avakar, the black humor of Quarto, and the underground journey of Powers of Recuperation, compressed lyrics flash among larger scenarios where images, dialogues, blues, and song spiral into political visions. Adrienne Rich has said, I believe almost everything I know, have come to understand, is somewhere in this book. from Ballade of the Poverties *& nbsp; There’s the poverty of wages wired for the funeral you Can’t get to the poverty of bodies lying unburied There’s the poverty of labor offered silently on the curb The poverty of yard sale scrapings spread And rejected the poverty of eviction, wedding bed out on street Prince let me tell you who will never learn through words There are poverties and there are poverties.*