There are some great lines in here, both of prose and poetry, but as a whole it's a little too abstracted and nebulous for me, despite WCW's much vaunted focus on the real and accessible. Often it reads more like notes toward an essay, than an essay, as if the connections are in WCW's mind but not expressed. "the red wheelbarrow" is one of the poems included here, but there are others which are lovelier.