Whiskey & Robots is more than just a collection of poetry from one of America's freshest young voices. It's a book about reaching a point where our passion is all we have. It's Buddhas drinking beer from plastic cups. It's an afternoon spent plucking halos from fallen angels. It's an unswerving goal to live and experience life, to defy spiritual death.
"Right Field" is excellent, if not a little dated for my students' taste. The Batman and Wonder Woman poems are big hits as well. Since this is NH and since they're high school kids, they don't usually listen well or long enough to get the NASCAR one and just think they're being insulted. Oh well, at least they started to listen. That's the first step; can't expect them to just jump in the pool blindfolded, especially when they don't believe there's even a pool there. Gee, I wonder if I could keep going with that?
I'm one of those louts who, as a rule, doesn't appreciate poetry. This book is an exception. It's insightful and clever and the language is totally accessible.
Who compares rednecks to Buddhists? That spot under the Bodhi tree to a couch? The remote control to the lotus flower? Bucky Sinister. The man of my dreams.
A lot of people complain about poetry: it's too hard to understand, too weak-wristed, too erudite,lame (with capital letters). Rather than threaten to meet each and every critic at the flagpole, I'll challenge you to read Bucky Sinister's first collection of poems and let the words do the job. If you don't believe me, read "Nascar & Nothingness", "My Girlfriend Is Way Cooler Than Wayne Gretzky's Helmet" and "The House That Punk Built" and I think you'll agree.
Incredibly deep and inspiring. Reading this book is like a walk through, in, and out of an emotionally charged, self inflicted hazing. Not in a bad way, just one that leaves you with a deeper appreciation for some of the often overlooked beauty in life's darker corners.