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
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.