A new collection by a worldly and cynical writer addresses his lifetime losses and loves, offering his observations on such topics as musicians ("They have to hit the note/and the emotion") and money ("it's math/with consequences").
William Matthew's Time and Money delights at times, but not continuously - some of the poems just seem too self-conscious. But that is too critical for a book I enjoyed a good deal.
"To teach what you know - laughter, ignorance, curiosity, and the erotic thrall of work as a restraint against despair - comes as close to freedom as anyone pays wages for." from "Note Left ..."
The style is very much Billy Collins, sage of the everyday, poetry for everyone. But these weren't acute or poignant or funny enough to make it worthwhile.
Matthews served as chairman of the NEA Literature panel in 1978, while I was a fellow at the Endowment. He was a benevolent presence in the field. Years later, I read this book while directing a poetry and literacy project for NYC alternative high school students. The poems are from late in Mattews life.