actual rating: somewhere between 2 and 3
honest and refreshing at times, but a little cliche (her second, newer collection is much, much better).
braving rain, we'd pedal / to the river styx at dusk / where the world did not stretch further than / the thickets and the rust
here, i play the role of past-girl, / jumping back onto the scene-- / i fit the part so nicely that / you'd think the girl was me
i always find poetry collections SO hard to rate. some poems i really didn't like, and would give only a 1/5, but there were also some that i found truly incredible, and would give an undeniable 5/5. so to make it fair, i've put my rating somewhere in the middle. (although, this particular collection made it even harder, as there were very few poems that i would actually give a 3/5-- for some reason, i either loved them, or hated them.)
no one would know, but please tell my mother / i'm sorry, i'm sorry, / but it had to be done [...]
human heart humming / human mind numbing, / someone please help me, i think i'm becoming / insignificant again
although this is brown's first published collection, i actually read "sweetdark" first, around a year ago. i remember finding it incredible. i'm not usually a fan of contemporary poetry-- i find it very hard to get 'right'-- but she blew me away with that book, and so i immediately purchased this one (yes, it took me a year to get round to reading it), but unfortunately, i didn't find as much to love.
as i bought a later copy, it includes a new preface by brown, wherein she discusses her criticisms with this work, and says that there's many things she would change, but didn't for the sake of honesty and growth. and it's true: comparing the two publications, 3 years apart, you can see an insane amount of improvement. brown is a fairly young author, too, so it's no surprise that she improved so much within a short space of time.
no, there's no angels / but yes there is love [...]
it is there, but it's dirty / and under the ground / where the rawest of all of / humanity's found
my main critique with this collection is the consistent over-use of cliches and imagery that appear so, so frequently in a lot of modern poetry (usually those written by fairly young authors). and it's a shame! because brown would write the most beautiful, wonderful imagery, but then 'ruin' the emotion and impact with some kind of banal platitude or phrase. and this happened quite a lot throughout the book, where i would be thoroughly enjoying a poem, and then such a phrase would totally draw me out of it.
if you've read a lot of similar poetry (or if you spent a lot of time on the writing/literature side of tumblr), i'm sure you will know what i mean by all this. the repetitive mentions of cravings and flesh and blood and holy and divinity and female rage and sugar and barbed wire and fireworks and cigarettes and sentences in brackets that are neither deep nor raw, just there to seem interesting. and it's a shame, because a lot of the poems in this collection would be a million times better with these removed or changed! sometimes less is more, and over-explaining can diminish the effect.
to end on a positive note: savannah brown is undoubtedly a brilliant writer, and her ability to recall emotive imagery and use small details to set the atmosphere is wonderful. there were many times that the rhyming scheme actually made me feel happy/proud, because it just flowed so well, and was almost lyrical.
and ignoring the cliches and such, brown writes some amazing things of her own-- she truly doesn't need to use them, and i'm glad she seemed to realise this in her second collection. her works are original in their rhyming schemes and forms, and the lines and stanza breaks are purposeful and for a reason (unlike, unfortunately, a lot of modern poetry i've read). she has fun with her writing, and that makes it fun to read!
my favourite poems (not in order) to maybe read online if you can't purchase:
> dew-grass
> too quiet
> moles don't think about space or small talk
> no angels
> a poem for ohio