’The world is hard to find once you start looking for it’—from its beginning, this book activates such a search (and sometimes wants to walk away from it). By the breath-taking final section, the poet finds himself searching for his relationship to a fish hook, which of all objects looks most like a question mark, so the search becomes not one for answers but for the questions themselves, that Rilkean stance. Questions carry with them the obligation to go on, to carry on in any direction they may take us, and for the sake of the art of poetry Lucas Farrell does just that. His is a mind that never stops moving.