A review by b_p
Gunslinger by Edward Dorn

2.0

Not quite what I expected from this. I thought like a pop art pastiche of Sergio Leone westerns but it ended up being an occasionally existential sixties/seventies drug romp (and not in the more entertaining Fear and Loathing way). However, this is poetry. So the next time I read it I might appreciate it a bit more. I should also read a little more about/of Ed Dorn and his work. Right now I feel the urge to make an abridged version of this poem to capture the best moments and philosophical musings from this work in order to release it from it's usually dated Beat-ish free verse. Perhaps a more detailed, learned review will come someday. For now, I don't get it... fully.