What do poets know of money? What do poets know of capital? Katy Lederer asks and answers such questions in "A Nietzschean Revival" and throughout her new collection of poetry, "The Heaven-Sent Leaf". And why not the poet, perhaps the best stockbroker of all in tendering the crumpled and transparent leaves of the spirit, exhibited here as expert in capital. Life is, after all, all about transaction, barter, the give and take between human beings, or between oneself and oneself--the hardest bargain of all. Katy Lederer, poet and author, is also "Brainworker" [poem excerpt follows] "To learn to keep distance. To learn to keep drear managerial impulse away from the animal mind. Along the dark edge of this reason. Along the dark edge of this mind?s little prison, inside of its bars now a silky white cat. Howling. Crawling in its little cage. Inside of its cage is the bright light of morning. Inside of its cage is the light of disease. To learn to be an animal. To learn to be that primal. To know who will slip you the fresh dish of milk. To long for your manager?s written approval. So soon am I up for my year-end review? The moon above settles into its shadow. I am howling at you."