by brent weeks
Azoth is a book of paradoxical poems. They are savage yet civilized. They are winged and soar yet they are chiseled, controlled and precise. They have uncompromising strength and yet one comes suddenly upon lines of infinite sensitivity and tenderness
These poems demand that one look at life with new eyes and, in so doing, one must take another careful look at one's self. A re-evaluation must take place. A new self may emerge.