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from Jacket The strengthy message here in #22 of 24 Love Songs can be summed up in two lines: ['There is/no sense to beauty. . .' and '. . .How/ the world is shit/ and I mean all of it] What I also like about this brief poem is the interplay between the title of the book and the subject of the poems (love/anti-love (which is not hate)): it's all a mass of contradictions, like love. And I have to say that the shorter poems of the Love Songs and the last book he wrote before dying (Chemo Sábe) seem to me much better and more memorable than the Slinger/Gunslinger poems. These (generally) later poems probably attempt less stylistically, but are more sure-handed, hacked from a soap bar, maybe. Easy to use, but disa...
The sheer wit and irony in the lines make the poem appealing. Like it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the evocation of specific place names, the sense of humor, and the dichotomy between knowing a place intellectually and knowing it through experience. I love the last sentence, but can't seem to make it play nice with rest of the poem. Maybe after another reading.
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