Frazer is post-romantic in his investigation of the 21st century human condition; as this line from "Plastic Daffodil" suggests; "Her mouth is where I hung my soul, an ode in a round window." This sentiment undercuts both our 19th century romantic and 20th century colloquial assertions of the 'self'. Or even musing on the mystery of universal suffering as in the poem, "Tempting Sleep," Frazer looks for the abnormal, even the para-normal to explain these, "Exit wounds without an entry point," but discovers instead, a banality of human metaphysics overridden by hyper-natural despair, or "a...