In Poetryworld, you may qualify for Mensa once you exit Cabri’s beguiling and expansive brainstorm. Freshly reflected, spacious chords of gusty, switched up social critique with charm to spare.
– Lissa Wolsak
Letters have never had more leverage than in Louis Cabri’s Poetryworld. That the alphabet is a boiling stew of reversable prophecies and sidelong insubstantialities, yes, this has long been the gruel served up to stoics and hedonists alike. But to actually move the world, as Cabri continually hints is doable-the resulting hilarity is tonic.