Though the dreamlike preface about the children of the night, who juggle with apples of the eye, indicates a familiar, surreal path, there is also something new about the latest poetry collection by Tóroddur Poulsen, Ferðamaður í egnum heimi (Tourist in my own world).

We have been granted insights into this world since the poet and artist published his first poetry collection in 1984.

Tóroddur Poulsen’s poetic and artistic world is both remarkably coherent and diverse and in this new collection, he takes another step towards perfect abstraction, while at the same time keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground, when astutely commenting on contemporary society.