Lowell is a poetic chameleon, and the shifting tides of his poetry can make his work seem so varied that another poet could have penned each work. Belonging to Berryman's school of the feigned 'confessional', Lowell teases and torments the reader with sharply honed syntax and verse like a well wrought urn. This particular bite sized package does Lowell no favours as the disjointed nature of his talent, and his paradigm shifts are magnified. Inexplicably, Hofmann creates a near homage to Lowell's later work, neglecting almost entirely his earlier critically respected work, and thus creates a skewed impression of this sly genius. However, Lowell's technical mastery, humour and melancholy shine through, and like his homage to Berryman, Lowell does use the language like he made it. This collection is the work of a master almost dwarfed by a horribly small selection of Lowell's towering talent.