A substantial collection of incisive neo-Beat poetry.
Throwing in his hat decades ago with the rebellious likes of Charles Bukowski and Allen Ginsberg, San Francisco resident Davis now offers up a hefty volume of what he dubs his â€œjournal entries, mind maps and poetry,” all expressing in various free-verse forms his discontent with modern society. Readers will be pleased with the author’s displeasure, as Davis’s insights and wit cut right to the chase on a number of pressing contemporary issues: Iraq, gay rights, George Bush and more. These are poems of the present, both in the intimate, visionary delivery of their messages, as well as in their collage-like incorporation of bits of relatively recent cultural touchstones. Davis frequently excerpts lines from show tunes or clips of well-known dialogue from mainstream films and gives them a gentle but ironic tug. For instance, in â€œLoners,” a short political piece addressing the myopia of â€œReagan-bush-wotyla-putin-ratzinger” in their attempts at â€œsocially forcing freedom” upon others, Davis chooses The Sixth Sense’s signature line to drive home the poem’s theme: â€œI can tell you my secret now / I see dead people / They only see what they want / to see.” Constantly reaching for balance, this religious poet is quick to point to the house-of-cardsâ€“like aspect of much of our existence, advising at one point, â€œYou don’t ask a problem / how to solve it / satan-how do we end this / hell thing?”; and persuasively warning against circular reasoning at others, especially in the poem â€œgod told me”–â€œmy faith is a lie / and i believe in god / so i discarded my lie / so now / i believe in god / and have / no faith.”
Unwieldy title aside, a funny and provocative work.