The poet’s power with language, and particularly the unexpected mindwarping of the surrealist poets, recalls in language what language destroyed: namely, the experience of liquid identity which was perhaps the most crucial paraconceptual foundation of childhood’s fantasies… by which I mean the capacity to imaginally experience this world as almost any other… and to transform place, objects, meaning and relation… freely, for the purposes of learning and play. To see this done -in language- is strange indeed, for it was the process of enlanguaging that laid it to rest in nearly all of us, long before most of us were teens.