Decent prose-style "poetry" with some interesting little moments, but nothing to write home about. I actually found myself reading each one saying to myself "FIller, filler, filler... Come on, where's the good part?... Filler, filler... Ah, there it is. Next." Maybe a lot of his nuances got lost in translation? From a Nobel Prize winner, as advertised on the front of the slim book, I expected more. ( )