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scrow1022's review against another edition
4.0
Lots going on here and I can't say I feel I got most of it. The language, lines are enrapturing so I will return.
I feel I write this about half the poetry books I read but that's part of why I read poetry - to stretch myself in all sorts of ways while glorying in language.
I feel I write this about half the poetry books I read but that's part of why I read poetry - to stretch myself in all sorts of ways while glorying in language.
gifcompatible's review against another edition
challenging
dark
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
2.5
raynerayne's review against another edition
3.0
My fault for assuming that every poem was going to be as good as "Do-Rag," featured in Poetry magazine, found here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/56571/do-rag
A few did come close, however:
[Let Me Roll]
[He Loved Him Madly]
Eleggua and Eshu Ain't the Same
Epithalamium
A few did come close, however:
[Let Me Roll]
[He Loved Him Madly]
Eleggua and Eshu Ain't the Same
Epithalamium
d_n_a's review against another edition
dark
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
3.25
Sounded beautiful but sometimes difficult to truly comprehend. That's probably on me more than the author; additionally I wasn't familiar with some of the vocabulary.
Content Warnings
Moderate: Hate crime, Police brutality, Violence, Addiction, Racism, Suicidal thoughts, Death, Drug abuse, Drug use, and Murder
crowyhead's review against another edition
5.0
This took me a while to read, but wow, was it worth it. This is dense, gorgeous, difficult poetry. Williams has incredible skill.
daneekasghost's review
4.0
Two quotes:
"I was told I could turn my back to them,
the sickle-mouthed angels who rummage
through the church dumpsters looking
for wings or food. One is a friend, febrile
with addiction, drug-rot blackened teeth
freaked into blades from the sheath of his lips.
I was told he would occupy no space
in my memory, that he shouldn't. Snow
falls like a mask in pieces over his face."
- from "Love Story"
"But I believe we are, inside, all blue, you said.
Listen, neither we nor blue make sky.
The earth spins and we, utterly, are spun."
- from "Of Contour, of Cadence"
"I was told I could turn my back to them,
the sickle-mouthed angels who rummage
through the church dumpsters looking
for wings or food. One is a friend, febrile
with addiction, drug-rot blackened teeth
freaked into blades from the sheath of his lips.
I was told he would occupy no space
in my memory, that he shouldn't. Snow
falls like a mask in pieces over his face."
- from "Love Story"
"But I believe we are, inside, all blue, you said.
Listen, neither we nor blue make sky.
The earth spins and we, utterly, are spun."
- from "Of Contour, of Cadence"