I was expecting to fall in love with this book...it seemed to have all the right ingredients and, after reading the first poem, I was certain this was going to be a new favourite. However, this is a 3.5 for me and I feel that my high expectations harmed this book. There’s a lot about Bury It that I loved, for starters the language is sublime.
I prayed for a different kind
of puberty: skin transforming into floor boards
muscles into cobwebs, growing pain sounding
like an attic groaning under the weight of old
photo albums...
There were so many moments such as this one where I felt utterly taken aback by such perfect yet unique imagery. The themes of queerness, faith, nature, grief, and death are beautifully and rawly handled, and there are recurring motifs that make each poem feel interconnected and integral to one another, forming one whole picture.
My favourite poems are Bildungsroman, Ultrasound, Essay on Crying in Public, Missing Persons, Synonyms for Raw, I Want So Desperately to be Finished, The Official Cause For Death, Silent Auction, Treyf, Naubade, Objectophile, Poem About Water, Impermanence, I.35, Gay Boys & The Bridges who Love Them, and Will.
I know that sounds like a lot of positives but I didn’t love this collection. A lot of the poems, despite being perfectly constructed and imbued with striking imagery and language, didn’t hit home for me. Sometimes there didn’t seem to be a focus, the poems didn’t always feel like they were flowing from one to another, making a jarring reading experience where I was in one moment in awe of Sax’s talent and deeply moved, to the next moment feeling like I was just reading pretty words that didn’t move me at all.
I may need to reread this and see how it makes me feel then. I want to fall in love with this book but as of right now, I’m in love with parts of it and borderline indifferent about others.