ISBN 0-963843-32-X, June 1995
66pp, 8 x 6 x 0.3 inches
"This impressive first book manages the double ground of a nightmarish surrealism and a dryly perceptive wit. It's as if Humphrey Bogart were taking a good, if final, look at what's called the world. These are poems of a survivor, urbane, intellegent, fact of hope and despair equally. The Geographics is an ultimate detox center for "reality" addicts as thinking becomes the only way out."
– Robert Creeley
"The Geographics teems with heady, inexhaustible embarkation. A piece of the self is buried inside each departure and, we learn, "the ground itself is launched." That the skies are "geologic" might thus come as no surprise, but what's around the next clausal bend or stipulatory turn almost always does. This extraordinary book is wise beyond comment or commendation, so true to its way it adduces its own lucid blurb, albeit unintended: "These documents require better lips than ours."
"This is the poetry of the world's prose. Mobilio's disillusioned poetics is the finest realism of our moment. His is a critical poetry and civilized in Eliot's old sense of metaphysics, where ideas and feelings collide. His art includes that healthy aggressivity where the mind delights in violent freshness "that has been fresh a long time." Sense here is a terrible partial ghosT, and this book an uncanny feast. "