“The language is so mordant, relaxed, flint-chipshapely and edged, I think Sam Spade must have said these haiku first, between gun-butts to the skull, and Robertson channelled them. They’re the alleys, sidewalks, offices, subways of modern Toronto, and they have the Zen poet’s reverence for the world as presence of the All (“Sleet storm / Tin roof / Who needs Mozart?”). Their search for a way out only momentarily succeeds, and never ends, but it hovers around ecstasy. “Gasoline rainbows / Exist / Look!”
A. F. Moritz, author of As Far As You Can Go and Toronto’s Poet Laureate
Longlisted for the 2020 ReLit award for poetry.