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A review by misspalah
Hip Logic by Terrance Hayes
4.0
A strong and eloquent poetry. As a first time reader of Terrance Hayes, I am thoroughly impressed. Most of the poems has a powerful emotion embedded strongly in it. I did mark some of the few lines from few of the poems in the book that i felt packed a punch of social commentary and raw in itself. The theme of his poems is diverse - from love, life, experience of African American, racism, growth and even a tribute to Audrey Lorde.
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A blacksmith cracked open my skull
And scooped my memory from its shell
But i sensed my own beauty
What i could not remember, i felt
- Broken Dangerfield Newby Villanelle
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There will be, of course, those moments of rapid eye movement, the scent of ripe misfortunes being aired each month when the paycheck arrives. But no bank would dare admit that the more you stash the more they raid. Wealth is founded only on the idea of wealth. The palm is not a book that should be read but shut.
- Repaid
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Because i cannot cart the goodness from door to door, nor wait on the curb of bad intentions.
Because i cannot coat my tongue in whispers, i take to the road.
- Abductor
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As this is his second book, lots of his readers said that the first book is better and i intend to read his first book soon. While i thoroughly enjoyed this poetry collection, I am deducting 1 star as there’s one poem indicating that old man enjoying catching a glimpse of young girl’s pant. That doesn’t sit well with me. Poems may remains poems but i am drawing the line on this.
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A blacksmith cracked open my skull
And scooped my memory from its shell
But i sensed my own beauty
What i could not remember, i felt
- Broken Dangerfield Newby Villanelle
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.
There will be, of course, those moments of rapid eye movement, the scent of ripe misfortunes being aired each month when the paycheck arrives. But no bank would dare admit that the more you stash the more they raid. Wealth is founded only on the idea of wealth. The palm is not a book that should be read but shut.
- Repaid
.
.
Because i cannot cart the goodness from door to door, nor wait on the curb of bad intentions.
Because i cannot coat my tongue in whispers, i take to the road.
- Abductor
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.
As this is his second book, lots of his readers said that the first book is better and i intend to read his first book soon. While i thoroughly enjoyed this poetry collection, I am deducting 1 star as there’s one poem indicating that old man enjoying catching a glimpse of young girl’s pant. That doesn’t sit well with me. Poems may remains poems but i am drawing the line on this.