"A lens in the palm speaks from a world of fragmented philosophies and troubled meditations. Haunted by the ghosts of Keats and Spinoza, of Rodin and Turner, the voices that echo through these poems lead us into a place that is at once familiar and strange. Poems materialise from a palimpsest of twenty-first-century cities-Paris and New Orleans, Oxford, Milan-where declarations of faith and disbelief clash and blur. Here, the stars 'think themselves into existence', the bones of Giotto jangle, and the 'hairs on a dandelion fizz'."--BOOK JACKET.

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