\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Dean Young challenges the reader to hang on as he jigs from one poetic style to another and sets a wondrous course across a Duchampian landscape.\"\u0026#8212;\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c/i\u003e\u003c/P\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"In Young's work, the big essential questions\u0026#8212;mortality, identity, the meaning of life\u0026#8212;aren't simply food for thought; they're grounds for entertainment.\"\u0026#8212;\u003ci\u003eThe Sunday Star \u003c/i\u003e(Toronto)\u003c/P\u003e\u003cp\u003eDean Young escorts his transplanted heart into invigorating poetic territory that combines the joy of being alive with his signature mixture of surrealism, humor, and fast-cut imagery. A Pulitzer finalist known for his hard-won insights, NPR said it best when they observed that Young sees \"even in the smallest things the heights of what we can be.\"\u003c/P\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eFrom \"Harvest\":\u003c/b\u003e\u003c/P\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eBring me the high heart of a trapezist.\u003cbr\u003eIf not, bring me the heart of a drunk monk\u003cbr\u003eso I may illuminate an ancient text\u003cbr\u003ein a language I can't understand.\u003cbr\u003eThe brain too is blood, blood racing\u003cbr\u003e100 miles an hour on training wheels\u003cbr\u003eso let me splash through a red puddle,\u003cbr\u003elet me kiss the face of a red puddle,\u003cbr\u003elet me write my crazed, extreme demands\u003cbr\u003eon the frost-cracked window of god's split\u003cbr\u003echest\u0026#8230; \u003c/i\u003e\u003c/P\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDean Young \u003c/b\u003eis the author of twelve books of poetry, including finalists for the Pulitzer Prize and Griffin Award. He teaches at the University of Texas and lives in Austin.\u003c/div\u003e
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