After a couple of weeks of reading and rereading 272 pages, I am left with a choice of deciding whether I didn’t like this book, it wasn’t good, or it wasn’t for me. In the end, this one probably wasn’t for me. There is a zone where great writing and hard work meet, and in that zone the reader can fully inhabit the atmosphere or world that the writer intended to create. These works are challenging and rewarding. While I’m a casual Kerouac fan, the amount of […]
the soul burns out the eyes
Reading Pomes All Sizes feels like watching Birdman or Whiplash. It’s drunk, jubilant, sweaty. The collection is manic, exhilarating, confusing, fun, heartbeating, a little sad. You’ll find friend poems, wine poems, God and Buddha poems, and a few poems about girls. The subject matter isn’t that different from a hundred other poets, but the delivery is something else. Kerouac’s voice and playfulness and mindfulness read unlike so much of what came before. For me, it just rings clear like a bell through shelves of mumbling, […]