This is an eccentric collection of gay poetry - mostly British - from the mid-1980's. Some of this poetry is brilliant, but most of it is between bad and terrible. The editor did not do a particularly good job selecting the best work and highlighting it. I'm keeping it as historical piece documenting gay poetry from the 80's.
"If I cannot hug you through what I write I best write nothing It just can't/won't achieve anything
But if I can take you into my arms Through what I write (Or in the flesh,
It matters not which) And if you can hug me back Through what I write
Or in the flesh Then we may yet achieve something"
-John Hoarder
Cheeky, honest, sexy, humbling, violent, tender and beautiful, this 'Modern Gay Anthology' is everything I have hope and more when It come to gay poetry, which is as Martin Humphries say in the begining of the book : quite difficult to summarize or even define.