Pre-eminent poetry scholar M. L. Rosenthal described Kenneth Fearing as the chief poet of the American Depression. This publication is the first complete volume of Fearing's poetry.
Mark Halliday has a very good review that basically argues Fearing may be a minor poet, but within his narrow range he's unlike anyone else. I totally agree with this assessment. It surprised me that until recently, I haven't really seen Fearing discussed much and I only came across him through reading a bit about Weldon Kees -- they share the same grim, American noirish register although Kees is decidedly more introspective and Fearing is more socially-oriented. There are a handful of poems in this volume that are so thoroughly American, I feel like they should be in school textbooks (i.e. "Dirge," "American Rhapsody (5)," "Statistics," "4 A.M."). The Beats were obviously indebted to Fearing, and a whole host of late 20th century/early 21st century poets like Ai, Robert Hass, and a lot of 3rd generation New York School poets really benefit from being thought of in relation to Fearing. After reading this book, I feel like I've discovered an important piece in putting together a jig-saw puzzle of American poetry. Fearing definitely deserves to be more widely read.
This is what the Beats thought they were doing, 20 years ahead of them. Only Fearing comes from a place of anger and of landlords, war and impossible American Dreams.
Kenneth Fearing's direct, plainspoken verse is like a meeting ground between Walt Whitman and John Dos Passos. His collection Stranger at Coney Island is one of those poetry books that follow me everywhere, along with Ted Hughes' The Hawk in the Rain and Simon Armitage's Kid. Though he wasn't a journalist, Fearing really caught something essential about the trade in "Newspaperman," one of the many brilliant poems by this neglected American master.
Poems by an unknown master of the dead-end street, the beauty asleep, and the lonely city night. If you've never read his poetry before, look for "Evening Song" or "Angel Arms." One of my favorite poets of any age.