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jonscott9 's review for:
Everything Else in the World: Poems
by Stephen Dunn
I'm no poet, not even an aficionado, but I do like it. It grew on me thanks to the Irish poets Seamus Heaney and Eavan Boland (read in an Irish lit class at university). Thanks also go to scattered Plath and Dickinson and Gerard Manley Hopkins that I've picked up, as well as anything The Bard created.
Stephen Dunn arrives in my life due to a friend (hi, ARose) imposing him on it. (Postcards, and poems scrawled on them, can do so much.) I read an interview with Dunn at Books & Culture (http://www.christianitytoday.com/bc/2008/002/24.26.html) that I really liked, and thus I gave him a go.
Everything Else In The World is Dunn's latest, although his best is probably the Pulitzer-tapped Different Hours, which I'll read next. The poems are alternately solemn and light, grave and fun, and they have the motif running through them of coping with the realities of this "already brutal century" at hand for us. I can't say much was memorable, but it often made for pleasant reading in the moment. With hope, his Different Hours harbors more crisp pieces, and if I don't find better stuff there, I'll stick to reading the poet Mary Karr's bookography (she's my latest find), as well as everything from Hopkins.
Stephen Dunn arrives in my life due to a friend (hi, ARose) imposing him on it. (Postcards, and poems scrawled on them, can do so much.) I read an interview with Dunn at Books & Culture (http://www.christianitytoday.com/bc/2008/002/24.26.html) that I really liked, and thus I gave him a go.
Everything Else In The World is Dunn's latest, although his best is probably the Pulitzer-tapped Different Hours, which I'll read next. The poems are alternately solemn and light, grave and fun, and they have the motif running through them of coping with the realities of this "already brutal century" at hand for us. I can't say much was memorable, but it often made for pleasant reading in the moment. With hope, his Different Hours harbors more crisp pieces, and if I don't find better stuff there, I'll stick to reading the poet Mary Karr's bookography (she's my latest find), as well as everything from Hopkins.