PROFESSOR'S LAST STAND   Don't believe I'm here: I've packed, gone without a trace somewhere north of north,   or I'm lying in the oily arms of the richest woman in Calgary, Alberta;   don't you realise? I've been disappearing all year: at least half of me is eating tea-dunked chappatis outside Katmandu   and the other half is a fish, brooding in the slow water of Crooked Creek;   but if you still want to believe it, O.K.; I guess there are a lot of words half-words, syllables (etc) lying on the floor:   for Christ's sake don't pick them up, please don't believe a word I've said.   from John Thompson: Collected Poems & Translations, ed Peter Sanger, Goose Lane Editions, 2015 I haven't even read the introduction yet, but I'm already going to say buy this, buy this book.