Ash's first collection. From the back cover: "Sonatas. Rain. Musical animals. Angels. Braided Intersections. Architraves. Cracked, black glass. Office buildings in sunsets. Those puppet theatres you used to be able to make up from the backs of breakfast cereal packets, but with a generous selection of well-designed backdrops in colours guaranteed not to fade. Sexual encounters in modernized fairy-tales. Science fiction and disguised nostalgia. Some portraits: an ancient debutante, a young dead poet, the murdered favourite of a Chinese emperor. Music, not painting, as paradigm. A divertimento in three parts. Large rhythmic units, not 'metrically exact lines', not iambics except as ancestral ghosts. Developments in remote keys. Variations with the 'theme' well concealed. Television soap-operas viewed as hallucinations. The sadness of old dance tunes. Urban pastorals. Fake ruins. Conversations, not sermons. Lyricism, not messages. The image of a better world presented without false optimism."