Wednesday, March 07, 2018
This chapbook is the opposite of the recently mentioned "Heartbeats" which was a 75 page staple bound "chapbook" (should have been a book with a spine); this chapbook is 44 pages and does have a spine, with no words on it. What exactly is the point of that?
This collection is a good marker of the history of poetry in the United States in the Internet age; self-published surface poetry which isn't quite prose and isn't quite poetry and isn't quite good but the author was able to bring it out and she did. And I am acknowledging it. It seems a touchstone to the Instragram poets of dubious talent or knowledge. I am sure that I am coming across as a grinch, perhaps I haven't had enough coffee this morning. Or perhaps I get tired of reading "me" poetry.
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
C. Michael Spain and Assoc., LTD
As much as anything, this is an acknowledgment entry: this woman brought out this book of poetry. It was brought out as a staple bound chapbook although at 75 page, it ought not to have. It should have been a book with a spine. The author was wife of a Episcopal priest to whom she was married to for over 45 years. Her poems are quaint and in that regard, comforting. It is not my cup of tea, but it many people would be gratified to read through it. It's heartfelt which counts a great deal in this age of internet "poetics". And that alone is saying something.