By: Harambee Grey-Sun
Genre: Love Poems, Contemporary, Divorce
Year published: 2013
Date read: 12.14.2013
Recommended by: Read 2 Review
Summary: Sometimes lovers enter a relationship with the best of intentions but wind up in a place far from love.
Sometimes poets attempt love poems, simple and pure, but . . .
Over breakfast, a husband trying to deny creeping out on his wife the previous night can’t help but give hints about the creepy things he really did. On a beach, a man minding his own business is accosted by a pretty woman before a strong tide embarrasses them both. A husband and wife debate over what to name a child conceived illicitly. A tone-deaf proposal for marriage ends in murder. A traditionally arranged marriage spins into a deranged and surreal nightmare.
These aren’t anti-love poems. These are poems born and burned out of love.
It’s not recommended that a reader attempt the entire book in one sitting. Many of the poems are dense, complex, and may go straight to the head. Best to peruse in small doses, with a preferred drink in hand.
Poetry is a personal thing - you either love it or hate it. Writing a review on someone's poetry is hard because what I like may be something you can't like or don't understand, and vice versa. There were quite a few in this book that I liked, that moved me, that made me think, that stood out among the rest: Crosswords, Say Again?, Black Ice, Quacksalver, Overexposed, Gaming the Names, The Wild-Child Said: Love Mademe, Patience, Come Vertigo, Happiness Kissed, Happiness Blessed, F$%# Happiness, A Genesis of Happiness, A Dinner for Two, The Devil's Values, In the Belly of a Sick Fish That Can't Afford to Flush Itself, Ringed Songs From the Golden Days to Come, and Cold Coffee.
In the "About the Author," it says "He uses elements of fantasy, horror, noir and science fiction to spin bizarre, mind-bending and (some might say) heretical tales that explore the meaning of identity and the nature of consciousness." I like that. It works.
This is definitely an interesting read for anyone who likes what I jokingly call the anti-poem - no rhyme or reason with an often dark feel to them.