Publisher's Synopsis
"Pierluigi Cappello's poems seem all to have been written in pencil: elegies for fading memories, they threaten impermanence on the page. And yet the words hold, so assured are they in their leave-taking. What results is a startling optimism, a cool resignation. 'The future is what remains, what's left of all that's been called upon' he writes in the poem 'Shadows'--and then, as if in revolt: 'to the rifling past of 'summoned faces, I add my own'"--.