'In Golgona’s poems, the proliferation of references – historical, political, literary, autobiographical... – and their deconstruction by occasional rhymes and by humour and derision, instead of mapping reading and reality’s territories, making them safe ground for the readers, unsettle them immensely. We are dealing with a poetry which is accurately self-aware, provoking, capable of precise and ruthless expression (‘our happiness concentration camp’) and reveals a voice which even if choosing silence goes on throbbing: ‘I abandon the poem halfway through./It’s no good for me,/ if the death screams/are mixed with Telecom’s commercials.’