Ahren Warner's second collection of poems opens with the sequence Lutce, te amo: a raw paean to the Paris it inhabits that offers both adoration and horror in equal measure. Elsewhere, London 'licks and laps'; an anonymous man 'works his bones with a micro-plane'; and translations of Baudelaire and Kojve rub shoulders with Kurt Cobain. More capricious, fleshy, and darker than Warner's previous work, Pretty culminates in ""Nervometer"": thirteen poems hovering between a collage, translation, and performance of Antonin Artaud's Le Pse-nerfs, which bring Pretty to a beautifully ugly end. -- Provided by publisher.