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112 pages, Paperback
First published May 28, 2002
Sometimes, when you peel / back the bright wrapper of Metaphor, there is nothing but a lame / blank below.Ironically, that about sums up my feelings for Hip Logic. I was quite a fan of Lighthead, so I looked forward to reading more of Hayes's poetry; however, this collection didn't work for me. Hayes seemed to be trying so hard to construct daring, profound, award-winning poems that most feel grasping or stilted.
"I learned living requires a kind of discipline; / A reverence for the law of gravity. // But I have wanted, / As I want when I look at the painting, / To unhouse my body. // I have wanted the kind of grace God gives / Only to the drowned . . ."
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"How often do you hear the tenderness you need to hear? I mean exactly when you need to hear it? Is it ever before that little yolk of hurt wraps itself in layers hard enough to break teeth?"
The night cut and you won't ever be alone —
Your grin of gold-plated windows.
- pg 6, "Emcee"