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A review by barolo
The Universe of Us, Volume 4 by Lang Leav
3.0
A weak 7/10.
I won’t pretend I like poetry. The parts of the book that resonated were the parts that diverged from standard poetic prose into more descriptive assertions.
Still, the subject matter leaned into the ridiculous without any semblance of nuance nor presence of meta-commentary. It’s a poetry set about yearning for somebody, without any of the complicated feelings that comes with yearning. It’s yearning for the sake of yearning. It’s yearning without the remorse, hatred, or anger. It’s the literary equivalent of basking in your own sadness but the intensity of your feelings are blunted to time.
I found it generally incapable of provoking more than an occasional acknowledgement of the fact that certain word pairs fit well together. Still, I think this author knows what they’re doing; hence, the writing quality is consistently high. There is conviction in the words. Intention in the phrasing and order of ideas.
I think a different subject matter would impress me more.
I won’t pretend I like poetry. The parts of the book that resonated were the parts that diverged from standard poetic prose into more descriptive assertions.
Still, the subject matter leaned into the ridiculous without any semblance of nuance nor presence of meta-commentary. It’s a poetry set about yearning for somebody, without any of the complicated feelings that comes with yearning. It’s yearning for the sake of yearning. It’s yearning without the remorse, hatred, or anger. It’s the literary equivalent of basking in your own sadness but the intensity of your feelings are blunted to time.
I found it generally incapable of provoking more than an occasional acknowledgement of the fact that certain word pairs fit well together. Still, I think this author knows what they’re doing; hence, the writing quality is consistently high. There is conviction in the words. Intention in the phrasing and order of ideas.
I think a different subject matter would impress me more.