His poems are ruthless in their lack of self-pity and their focus. Showing a horror of lies, treachery, betrayal and above all a hatred of war, he offers redemption through stark language and plain speech.
Gerald Stern, the author of seventeen poetry collections, has won the National Book Award, the National Jewish Book Award, the Ruth Lilly Prize, and the Wallace Stevens Award, among others. He lives in Lambertville, New Jersey.
There are a couple excellent poems in here - "The Law," for example, and "Cigars" - both for the most part I think they lacked spark. There's also a bit too much "I" in here, not the all-encompassing "I" of Whitman, but the "I" of Gerald Stern and what he's having for lunch. I really like Stern, but was disappointed in this book and its big ego. Hey, great cover image, though.
I have no idea what is happening in half of these poems. Rather, I have no idea what thread connects the images and ideas. I kind of dig that. Reminds me somewhat of William Carlos Williams, circa The Desert Music, in how fast he moves from one thing to the next. All in all, a lovely bedtime companion, that Gerald Stern.
This guy needs a better editor. His syntax is kinda broken in a bad way. But I enjoyed Corsets and Battle of the Bulge and The Law. Skip it altogether unless some philistine academic is making you read it for course (coarse) credit.