I took Don Paterson's classes at university wherever i could. this review will be completely biased by the supertext of all Paterson's poetry in my mind (the fact that he is one of the cleverest, funniest and most observant people ive ever been in a room with).
This book is one i've owned for years, but for one reason or another (mostly due to the longer form, first person, multiple narrative voice/not DP's voice (generally) of the poet format). I finally got into it and i'm mad that it took me so long.
This collection is one of the funniest and most nihilistic collections of poems i've ever read. Both dwelling fully in Humanity's habit of retrospection and transience, while also frequently inhabiting in the future(successfully). The various narrators include: someone struggling with their own mortality who lives with Death and tries to ward him off, a Jazz musician (like DP) who meets their idol and considers the concept of addiction, someone in a serious state of serious mental illness, someone in a serious state of grief, a intergalactic prisoner on a futuristic spaceship prison, a nerdy old man living in an episode of Black Mirror. But somehow, this is still not a book about any of those topics, and it's still got Paterson's characteristic original metaphor vehicles and humour and tour de force of poetic skill. Closest comparison to me in form is Richard Silken.
My fav lines:
From poem Death
'His trick - by which i mean the way he'd convince you of his earnestness - was to actualise at some random and unpredictab;e [pst. unruffled, immaculate, like he'd been there all along; vaping at the turn of the stairs'
'he was technically neither salaried nor self-employed- a slave to his work, he'd always thought'
'whatever the dead had left uneaten on the stove after he'd walked them to the car'
'In the end I gave up, I hugged him. I said, It's ok, it's ok. I'll go with you. Just give me five to get some things and say goodbye to friends'
From poem The Way we Were
'watching old drunken one night stands or those first dates when the two of you, still strangers, went further than you've ever dared again'
'the wood pigeon on the branch outside the bedroom'
'anyone using the phrase making memories unironically should be shot in the head unless they only have a year to live and their kids are very young'.
'I guess I love the future. It holds such promise! It just always turns up a bit too early, a bit too good to be true.' (The known irony is extreme here.)
From poem Chet's Habit
'I knew that I should always go in fear of honeydew melon and psychopathic narcissists but that nothing was ever going to hold me back'
'are things that cause the very pain they alleviate'
'our tendency to confuse love and refined sugar'
'as if the paradox of our habit wasn't bad enough, we are often conducted into the arms of death by those who love us most'
'but i know folks, for reasons no more or less selfish are all temperance and charity and they are among the worst people i have ever met'.
From poem The Lonely
'my homemade chess set of rocks and wing nuts'
'Behind the chinese room of her beautiful face'
'looks away at her favourite moon, plausibly reflective'
'She perhaps forgets that as a prissoner of the state my options are more limited'
'they are neither conscious nor unconscious - a more human distinction that we admit - but figure their next mopve through a kind of saurian necessity.'
'i think the most human thing we feel for one another is pity'
'No Adam, everything has a soul. But some things just can't risk waking it.'