Abstract
No other Canadian writer is as thoroughly conversant with the fertile tradition of surrealism as Beatriz Hausner. She bestows the imaginative energy and erotic power behind this abundantly creative way of seeing on every poem in Sew Him Up: stitching together intelligent invention and free-flowing intuition in one charged, open-ended packet after another. What was domesticated breaks its shackles and runs wild; devotion to friends and family remodels a ferocious tenderness.