"Ultimately, the lyrics in Hoodwinked read as odes to mortality. They marvel nonstop, unsentimentally, and with necessary ambivalence, at the world as given and the human inability to consistently rise to the exhausting challenge of making every second count. These poems constantly acknowledge that 'all flesh is grass.' They make us hear the wondrous, terrifying hum of impending obliteration, while at the same time never growing immune to beauty, never ceasing to be curious about what the grass itself makes of our common temporal conundrum." —Amy Gerstler, from the introduction
Inherent untrustworthiness—of received opinion, the trompe l’oeil deceptions of nature, and the workings of our own unfaithful minds—is given its proper menace in David Hernandez’ Hoodwinked . In poems that range from the backyard to Iraq and back again, Hernandez disturbs the surface of contemporary life to reveal barely submerged worlds that, impossible to fathom, make fools of us all.
I'll start with the positive. I like the two poems "I Made a Door," and "The Body You're Suited-Up In." I hated the poem "On Aggression." Mostly this collection does not speak to me though I found a few interesting lines. However, I do want to say that I found this collection interesting in Mr. Hernandez's word choice which were so violent and fierce in their selection. The whole tone was as he puts it--aggressive.
An absolutely lovely book of poems. I wish I could combine words into art and feeling and nostalgia the way Mr. Hernandez does. I will read many more times.