Tragi-comedic genius emerges in this first book by Chris D'Iorio, kaleidoscopically vivid poetry that is commoditized with the placid title of Without Blue, innocently confessing a condition of lack-lustre lack. A few disarmingly personal lyrics usher us into a book that seems rather sincere and contemplative. Then the intensely capable drive of the poet shifts gears into his Grand Prix artistic race that pits the mud of cynicism against poetry's slickly navigable satirical engine of agency. Homer, Mallarmé and Ginsberg cohort with D'Iorio in a serious call out of our culture's infatuation with breakneck profit, profligate glamour and political impunity.