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Mar 07, 2009
While this isn't my personal favorite book of Henri Cole's, the poems here offer amazing lessons in containment, edging, illustration, lineation, finity - if finity is a word? - they're so, so strong, so unapologetic about the subtle shades and tones presence in what they see. I can't not put my hand to my heart when I read the "Chiffon Morning" sequence.
Apr 01, 2008
This is one of the few books of poetry I've ever liked. Henri Cole is good at mixing self-loathing with the worship of his oppressors and the desire for escape in a way that's both self-destructive and honest. I think I like it least when it seems most self-consciously poetic, which is to say the moments in the sonnet where you have to remember "oh, right, it's a sonnet", to really understand why he suddenly rhymes, or why the last two lines are so disconnected with the rest.
Jun 02, 2008
What hearty stuff. His "soul-animal prefers the choke-chain." yow. The gift is that these are strong and yet incredibly tender.
Nov 02, 2010
I like that Cole can use the word "scrotum" in multiple poems and it feels called-for and beautiful.
Jul 27, 2007
Elegant and edgy. One of the most honest voices in contemporary poetry.
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