Anyone who gives this book less than THE DESERVED 5 stars should be required to explain WHY!
John Coletti's one of my favorite living poets. I'm an excited child waiting for the next poem to come out of him. That sounds weird, well, but nevermind, it is what it is. Here's a smoking sample:
OPENS SLOWLY
Because you're patient
helping world being
less injured in it
pull up skirt hard inside
simple folding
burnt my finger
putting you out
Um, I mean, JESUS, right? John trusts us to GET IT you know what I'm saying by that, and never ever overwrites as a result. Everything is JUST the perfect pitch, throwing the ball right into our forehead, BLAM, hits us everytime. Thanks for the beautiful beating Coletti!
This is a real good book - I'm kind of fascinated by its dailiness. The sense of line is interesting. There's a whole crop of recent writers (Whom I greatly admire) that work in short lines, but Coletti does the herky-jerk with the line in a way that's more dramatic than much short-line writing, which I like very very very much, but is occasionally too painterly for me. These are line line poems, like, piles of lines (heaps of language). I like the kind of anti-rhetoric of this technique - in poems of dailiness there often seems to be the urge to connect impressions. I think it opens up possibilities to let the impressions do what time does, and pile up. The poems also end by stopping, avoiding the big flourish, and I admire that technique, cause it's hard to do, and so.
I wish I could be more specific, but I misplaced the book the other day, and I thought that if I wrote about it on Goodreads, then it would show up again, because I want to keep reading it. Same Enemy Rainbow, where are you? Under the mattress? In the spice drawer? Where?