News at Eleven: The poems create images from a neighborhood swathed

in the pain of memories that will not recede. The streets echoed with the sounds of a dozen languages that represented a roiling cauldron, not a melting pot. "The Ukrainians hate the Romanians while the Poles hate the Germans, but especially the Italians, who hate the blacks who haven't even moved into the neighborhood yet," [Philip] Schulz writes at the start of his book. "This is Rochester, N.Y. in the fifties, when all the Displaced Persons move in and suddenly even the elms look defeated."

from Democrat and Chronicle: A poet writes of the ghosts of his Rochester youth

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