"I am thrown by Hari's collection where the city is akimbo and cut with cactus sap, whalesong, the child and father where the voice shakes with the elders drinking grog, longing for stray dogs and alleyways. In the gentle sway of a flag, Hari finds violence-because he carries a new, quiet brush of multi-currents, of multi-worlds to paint this holographic life-scape; a most rare set of poems-with jazz beat word lines, long-line wisdom and open space scenes where you can widen your eyes, scrape your hands and rush into colliding worlds, the "phosphorescence," that is, the "flow mixed," the "blur of it," "the infinite capacities," the "drunk-walk" of total vision. Love this post-surreal kulingtang, read Hari's oceanics, his cement melter; it is pushing out your green rain skin-come back with your delicious original self. Bravo, many bravos!" -Juan Felipe Herrera, former U.S. Poet Laureate