This Is Not a Skyscraper examines New York City through a surrealist lens. Like the title of Magritte’s painting, “This is not a pipe,” these poems question perceptions of the metropolis. While NYC entices talents that swarm its stages, museums, runways, and readings, throngs of outsiders live on the city’s margins, silenced. Among the grotesqueries of corruption, an African immigrant is killed by police in a case of mistaken identity. His disembodied voice introduces the book. Many of these poems attempt to speak for the “others” existing on the peripheral, whose perspectives have been abandoned.
I couldn't get into these at all. The first section is a pleasant series of observations on city life, while the subsequent sections contained similar poems on different subjects. I could appreciate the camera being turned on various aspects of New York City and exploring those details, but the poems themselves don't really go anywhere, and the repetition of this observation format gets tedious.