This lupine councilor, this Scorpio anti nature, this voluntary exile fomenting his crystalline humors in green fire: Hinostroza reminds us that “[a]nother world is ours.” Seidman’s new translucinations of this Peruvian troubadour are vital and explosive. If you don’t believe that “Life = More Life,” then Hinostroza is certainly not the poet for you. But if you give stones the benefit of the blood-pour, if you want to be immersed in androgynous abracadabras, if you understand Beauty as “[m]ediation / between the visible world and the possible world,” then by all means, here, kick these horse skulls across the beach with him. Contra Natura: every nameless thing in History has gathered for the “dialogue of the hundred veils and what they keep hidden.” —Carlos Lara