Ex-Vancouverite Lisa Roberston's eighth book is classified as poetry, but is no straightforward volume of lyrics. It also contains 'essays, confessions, reports, translations, drafts, treatises, laments and utopias' written between 1995 and 2007. Robertson's work occupies a liminal zone between poetry and philosophy. For her the poem is a place in which one thinks aloud: 'I said I didn't know what thinking is. / ... / I didn't understand. / I let myself go blank. // I began by taking everything that was doubtful and throwing it out, like sand.'
