So this is a book of poems, I think. For the most part these are word-associations on the objects in a room. For the most part they feel nonsensical. I am only able to use weasel words on this one because I don’t fully trust what my thoughts on these being poems.
Also, I give this no rating because there are longer paragraph length poems that are more grounded and I enjoy them.
I am not super trained in poetry. Most poetry I read now or in school were parts of a larger whole of study, like a time period or an author, but not necessarily a concentrated focus. I took one out and out poetry class, but even that one was more grounded than this. So I am not 100% convinced of my own ability to tell whether or not I am being trolled.
I can usually tell when I am out of my league in reading something, but I can’t always tell when I am out of my element. So I am choosing not to rate this one at all, because I am happy to admit I didn’t understand it all.
Here’s what they sound like. I will include the titles because it helps you see what it all means.
“A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS.
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling. The difference is spreading.
Nickel, what is nickel, it is originally rid of a cover.
The change in that is that red weakens an hour. The change has come. There is no search. But there is, there is that hope and that interpretation and sometime, surely any is unwelcome, sometime there is breath and there will be a sinecure and charming very charming is that clean and cleansing. Certainly glittering is handsome and convincing.
There is no gratitude in mercy and in medicine. There can be breakages in Japanese. That is no programme. That is no color chosen. It was chosen yesterday, that showed spitting and perhaps washing and polishing. It certainly showed no obligation and perhaps if borrowing is not natural there is some use in giving.”
I am ill-equipped. But when I looked it all up. Apparently I am not alone in all this.