The title poem is the featured item, a satiric fantasy of a modern Prometheus, a poet ""riveted to his own incomprehension"", to intellectuality, petty, pompous; to social ideas; to inability to touch beauty. Many of the shorter poems follow the theme. The rest deal mostly with people he has known, -- students, colleagues, etc. There are narrative poems in satiric vein. A serious idea runs through them all, and his verse form and expression accord with the major purpose, with now and then a slangy, punned witticism breaking the level. Some like him -- he has a New Yorker market.