Blackburn has always been a source I return to again and again. The ease of his line, the music in the line, the speech-based quality of the poems always inspire me to write.
Marjorie Perloff's idiotic politically correct critique of this book pissed me off all those years ago in Parnassus, and still irks me today. The main reason I can't take that bitch seriously is that review, where she accused Paul Blackburn of not being Frank O'Hara, and therefore, rejected his work outright. Of course he's not Frank O'Hara, he's Paul Blackburn. The comparison is facetious. Blackburn wrote his poems while he translated oodles of books by Spanish writers, including Cortazer, and he worked on the troubador poets his whole life. That angle separated him from O'Hara, for one thing, and O'Hara was more involved in the art world. Their gossip was from different places. Their sexuality was different. Frank was an uptown guy, and Paul was a downtown guy. There is room for both of them on my bookshelf, they do not contradict each other, they compliment each other. Perloff also made a big deal about Blackburn's "sexist" comments, and indeed, there are such things in the poems sometimes. So what? Does Perloff take gay poets to task for lewd comments about same-gendered objectification of the erotic other? NO. Guys sometimes think those kinds of thoughts. Blackburn was honest about it. He put it in the poem.
Blackburn's poems are beautiful and challenging. Read, especially, The Well, and the Ritual series (I love the line, "the asshole enters the office and the office records it.")
One of the all-time great melodists of verse, Blackburn knows how to make the words move like a human body across the mind.
Great poet. Book superb. End of story.