There is a way to delve into thought as one might into a physical experience: with the senses alert, ready to be wounded and amazed.
This is what happens in *Close Your Eyes, Mr Schopenhauer*, a collection that emerges at the crossroads between philosophy, mysticism and lived experience, without ever settling for a choice between these dimensions.
The poems move through a work of constant crossing, as if the boundary between idea and body, between scholarly quotation and personal cry, were the very substance of which they are made (from the foreword by Sara Ferrari).