The first of five linen-cased, hardcover books in an autobiographical collection of cinematic poetry, Iowa commences the Homeric journey of poet Lucas Hunt from a childhood engulfed by the humidity and sun on a pig farm, to the Society shores of Southampton, the jagged glass and steel canyons of New York City, and the sublimity of Rome and Paris. In Iowa , Hunt brings his literary camera closer to the fire within the belly of a boy poised to champion the writer's dream of life in Manhattan. Economic in style, lyrical and determined in voice, Iowa , from its first foreshadowing verse, will prove Ayn Rand “The world you desire can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours.”
I'm from Oklahoma, not Iowa, but the sounds and smells, the weather and plants, the dirt and gravel roads and the sharp division between seasons described in this volume of poetry just felt like home. Sometimes lovely, sometimes harsh, clearly honest; a wonderful portrayal of the poet's early years. I love it.
I am typically extremely skeptical of contemporary poets, but I enjoyed Hunt's book. He is, without a doubt, working within the contemporary trends; however, he pays subtle tribute to the old themes and techniques in a way which helps to bridge the gap between poetry's illustrious past and its present.