"If Goldbarth belongs to a school, he is surely its sole member. He's simply . . . one of our most generous working poets." —Rumpus And you perhaps don't like this poem: its free verse or its narrative or the way it uses gender or the heavy-handed word-play of its title. Like I care. I wrote this for me. —from "'Try the Selfish'" In his latest collection, the incomparable Albert Goldbarth explores all things "self-ish": the origins of identity, the search for ancestry, the neurology of self-awareness, and the line between "self" and "other." Whether one line long or ten pages, whether uproariously comic or steeped in gravitas, these are poems that address our human essence.