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A review by cacia
All the Words Are Yours: Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
2.0
Repetitious, without intrinsic value.
The spareness of the haiku form gives the reader ample room to read himself into the words, but the poems have no life or feeling of their own. They all felt flat to me, nothing but words on a page. They told no story, evoked no sense of place or person or emotion. If you do not read yourself into the poems, they are uncomfortably voyeuristic: they are personal exercises in a technical form and in an expression of feelings, private snapshots of someone else's relationship. Yet even as snapshots, they fail — blurry images, macro shots, without distinct form or portrayal, precious to the one who took them, meaningless and alien to the outsider.
Did I dislike the book? No, not really. I simply did not care, not even enough to feel antipathy.
Yet another of my Tumblr poetry finds bites the dust.
The spareness of the haiku form gives the reader ample room to read himself into the words, but the poems have no life or feeling of their own. They all felt flat to me, nothing but words on a page. They told no story, evoked no sense of place or person or emotion. If you do not read yourself into the poems, they are uncomfortably voyeuristic: they are personal exercises in a technical form and in an expression of feelings, private snapshots of someone else's relationship. Yet even as snapshots, they fail — blurry images, macro shots, without distinct form or portrayal, precious to the one who took them, meaningless and alien to the outsider.
Did I dislike the book? No, not really. I simply did not care, not even enough to feel antipathy.
Yet another of my Tumblr poetry finds bites the dust.