Giddily Paul Legault traipses through the classics and makes them quiver with an anachronistic affectless delight they did not know they were permitted to feel. The Tower continues his project of rubbing the old songs to produce blissful new serums. It is Oedipal. It is also exegetical. How he manages to extract such tonally exacting fun from fallen fruit is a secret I beg him never to divulge. Wayne Koestenbaum Samuel Beckett would love Paul Legault. These poems are brilliant gems of invention and lightly finessed emotion. And very funny. I love them. Truly I do. Mary Jo Bang on The Other Poems An homage and a reinvention, The Tower revisits Yeats greatest work, queering the considerations of mortality by an aging spiritualist for our own tumultuous times and morality and translating Yeats modernist urge on the other side of a long century. Yeats used to talk to ghosts. So Legault talked to Yeats ghost. This is him talking back.--