Reprinted in 2004! At times I feel he's captured a fashionable poetry mode (decorative imagery and redundant line-breaks) better than he's captured anything else. Descriptive (travel) poems become muted-Martian lists whose metaphors don't always come off. Here's something from "Sumo Wrestler in Sushi Bar"
[....] and the floor-mat learns flatness under his weight. His thighs flop down like sunstruck apes. The bulbed light of light-bulbs |
borders of hydrangea bruise against the air, their fists delicate as litmus paper. Testing subsoil and heat for acid and its violence. |
I like the litmus paper simile, but bruised air's another tired cliché and are the flowers very much like fists? Are we supposed to know that the hydrangea is Nagasaki's city flower? The chainsaws and fists (but little else in the poem) hint at hidden violence. The end seems more a rushed attempt to bring closure and historical significance to just another list poem. "Waiting" has
The match-scratch of the first cicada ignites the sun. By twelve o'clock it's a cymbal-crash in the high branches |
I ended up mentally scoring each simile. "Three Wishes in a Small Town" has "his hands smell yellow with sawdust,/ like the mouths of smokers" (don't get it) and "sheep as white as cricketeers" (I've seen it before). "Meat" has "The washing/ piling up like nasty thoughts" (not worth it). "July 14th, 10 pm" has "The moon round as an oven-dial" (so?) and "Ten fire-engines slide their red trombones" (that's more like it!)
In summary, there are many metaphors - some safe ("expression smeared across her cheeks"), some illuminating, but also some that are gaudy or are unlikely to work for most readers. He's much more than a simile-smith though; poems like "Broken Bone" and "The Woman who Talks to Ezra Pound in Tesco" show a different side of him - fast-moving and full of surprising turns.
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