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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?"