Michael Casey (1947-) is a poet who is known for his poetry about the Vietnam War. He has published several collections of poetry.
Michael Casey received his B.S. in Physics from Lowell Technological Institute in 1968. He was drafted into the U.S. Army and served as a military policeman, both in the United States and in Vietnam. After the war, he began his M.S. in physics at State University of New York Buffalo, but left the program to become a full-time poet.
Casey, the 1972 winner of the Yale Series of Younger Poets award (judged and introduced by Stanley Kunitz) offers up what Kunitz believes is the first artistic comment on the Vietnam War. Solely on that merit, the book demands close scrutiny. Casey reads like a kind of odd cross between Mark Twain and T. S. Eliot, in that his spare lines encompass the many dialects across which he ran during his time in-country. Eventually, though, the mind and the ear both tire of the unending stream of dialect and wish for one of the very few poems here (I recall two) in which Casey reverts to non-dialect-spelling English and flashes the ability to put words together that so obviously impressed Kunitz:
Her back is arched Like something's under it That's why I thought It was booby-trapped But it's not It just must have been Over this rock here And somebody moved it...
Casey, like most of the Yale Series, definitely had some raw talent, and it would have been interesting to see what became of him. Unfortunately, also like many of the Yale Series, it looks as if Casey may never have published another book. ** 1/2
LEARNING I like learning useless things Like Latin I really enjoyed Latin Caesar and the Gallic Wars Enjoyed his fighting The Helvetians and Germans And Gauls I enjoyed Vietnamese too The language Its five intonations Its no conjugations A good language to learn Vietnam is divided in Three parts too It makes me wonder Who will write their book
Even in ‘Nam guys were thinking about Ancient Rome.