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4.29 AVERAGE
4.29 AVERAGE
dark
emotional
funny
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
sad
medium-paced
What did I just read? I am still in the awe of the images portrayed by Akbar. His poetry is a gift to the believers of dark academia, with the elements of goth and strangely haunting symbols which stay by your side every time you utter a phrase. Kaveh Akbar turns out to be Shams for me whirling in the mayhem of identity. His poetry reflects the diminutive emotions and the dots on identity drawn by social expectations. The sketches of an immigrant do justice while the alcoholic in him raises concerns on self, faith, society and the definition of freedom. I am out of words but yes KAVEH AKBAR IS A BLESSING TO THIS ERA OF DICTION.
A friend recommended this to prove good poetry could sway my relationship with poetry. It merely reinstated that I do not have the time to digest poetry. Not for me, unfortunately. I suppose I am a big, meaty, obvious sort of poetrivore.
dark
reflective
fast-paced
who needs therapy when you could read this and have it devastate you completely like i don't think i was the same person before and after i read this collection
emotional
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
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“Each morning, I dig into sand
and bury something I love.
Nothing decomposes.”
“Each morning, I dig into sand
and bury something I love.
Nothing decomposes.”
As I was reading this collection, Akbar’s poems often felt to me wounded, perhaps even to the point of self-loathing. Yet at the same time they felt innocent, too, full of awe and wonder at the world we live in. And yet it all felt of a piece.
I'm becoming more a vessel of memories than a person
it's a myth
that love lives in the heart
it lives in the throat we push it out
when we speak
when we gasp we take a little for ourselves
Extremely profound and amazing, heartfelt and raw collection of poetry.
Some of my favourite poems were; Heritage, Yeki blood Yeki Nabood, Calling a Wolf a Wolf, Stop me if you heard this one before, Portrait of the alcoholic with doubt and kingfisher, Desunt Monnulla, Portrait of the alcoholic three weeks sober, An apology...
Okay i was going to list all of my favourite poems but at this point this is getting absurd. I just really love this book, ok? Its amazing.
Performed pain is still pain
it's a myth
that love lives in the heart
it lives in the throat we push it out
when we speak
when we gasp we take a little for ourselves
Extremely profound and amazing, heartfelt and raw collection of poetry.
Some of my favourite poems were; Heritage, Yeki blood Yeki Nabood, Calling a Wolf a Wolf, Stop me if you heard this one before, Portrait of the alcoholic with doubt and kingfisher, Desunt Monnulla, Portrait of the alcoholic three weeks sober, An apology...
Okay i was going to list all of my favourite poems but at this point this is getting absurd. I just really love this book, ok? Its amazing.
Performed pain is still pain