A heartfelt, intelligent collection of poems celebrating the uneasy relationship between science and emotion.
Retired scientist Adams (Terrain of Salt, 2015) offers original observations on natural events and landscapes in this unusual set of poems. Scientific analysis provides a backdrop for most of the verses presented here; even their titles are often borrowed from the realm of science (“Anadromous,” “Entropy,” “Metamorphosis,” “Quantum,” “Vaporous”). Moreover, Adams occasionally presents equations or formulae as a kind of afterword for his works. What might have been a loose collection of poems thus becomes organized on principles of vocabulary (Part 1) and, less obviously, on an exploration of the threshold between art and nature (Part 2). The poet presents an admirable ability to use scientific language to express his feelings for nature, as in “Metabolism”: “The god of today is dying. / Summer photosynthetic green is burning away / day by day. / The god today will die / and lie in the snow.” At times, though, this language becomes hard to follow for those who lack strong backgrounds in that field. Similarly, the prologues give too much away, stealing the thunder from the poems that follow; the artistic impact would be stronger without them, as they all too often muffle the emotional impact. For example, “Entanglement,” while appealing, simply can’t deliver the frisson that the introduction promises. Other poems, such as “Frenzy,” “Harmonic,” and “Image,” are inexplicably presented as short prose pieces, diluting their effect. In the end, it’s clear that Adams’ best poems are the simplest, most direct ones, such as “Isotope,” which compares the nuclear holocaust of Nagasaki, Japan, with the Hanford Nuclear Reservation in Washington state, or “Metaphor,” whose appealing, singsong rhythm invites comparison to William Butler Yeats’ “Lake Isle of Innisfree.” Poems such as “Ornament,” “Infinity,” and “Van Gogh’s Night” give a clear indication of Adams’ talent for description and comparison, which is, after all, the basis for all good poetry.
A solid book of poetry that proves that there is beauty in science—and that a poet whose work can make us see such beauty is well worth reading.
A debut multigenre collection of short pieces presents vignettes focusing on the lives of African Americans from a variety of perspectives, both real and fanciful.
This eclectic anthology begins with an autobiographical sketch, “P Is for Pride and Perseverance,” in which King traces his early years from his 1979 birth to a 16-year-old mother to his incarceration for attempted robbery and his subsequent determination to do something positive with his life. “Baby Girl” reprises the story of King’s birth from his mother’s point of view, a girl whose teen pregnancy seems predestined by both her grandmother’s clairvoyant dreams and her own limited expectations. Other narratives are linked by shared characters, such as “Posse Up, Ladies First!” and “Thug Angel,” which provide somewhat idealized portraits of street gangs as building blocks of the black community. “Battle Kats” is an SF work about a group of humanoid felines from another planet who work undercover to defend Earth and its alien allies. The central section of the book is occupied by a collection of 21 poems. Some, like “Hold on to Love” and “Away From Home,” focus on romance while others, such as “The Rent Is Too Damn High!” and “Blockstars,” illuminate the experiences of working-class African Americans in inner-city neighborhoods. “Remember Me?” calls up the spirit of LaTasha Harlins, a young black woman shot by a Los Angeles shop owner in the early ’90s, speculating “I wonder what you could have been LaTasha?” King’s efforts to describe his personal struggles and the vibrant characters who populate impoverished black communities are ambitious and dynamic. His prose narratives are too short to feel really complete, but they deliver glimpses into a world mainly familiar to the urban poor, where drug dealing is one of the few available career choices, incarceration is a rite of passage, and street gangs view themselves as community leaders. While the author does have a tendency to romanticize life on the street, as in “Posse Up,” in which a girl gang maintains a strict “code of principles,” his writing presents a vision of what could happen if people worked to “play a part in the improvement of the community.”
A volume of poetry and prose that offers heroic visions of urban African Americans.
Davis recounts the confounding pressures of his 1990s childhood in this debut memoir-in-verse.
When telling the story of your life, one might as well start at the very beginning. That’s exactly what the author does in this memoir, which he describes as “a thing like a very long lie to yourself.” Specifically, he tells of how “The White-Gloved Sheriff / kicked in the door / and / Pulled me” from his mother (whom he calls his “Supervisor”; he later calls her “the Computer Science Major,” “the Waitress,” and other occupational names). Unusually, he had horns and a lot of hair at birth, he says. He was immediately at odds with the people and other living things around him—his parents, his brothers, his family dog. As a toddler, he created an imaginary world for himself known as “FU,” which was “Filled with things that looked like me / And where things made sense / I was King.” His earliest years were characterized by horrible discoveries (school work, isolation, crushes, problems in his parents’ marriage), but his teen years proved to be an even greater series of highs and lows, involving confusion over geopolitical events, friends, computers, pornography, and marijuana. Like a novice who can’t quite figure out the rules of a game, Davis bumbles forward—all horns and fur and misunderstanding—inadvertently angering authority figures as he seeks an adequate method of self-expression. The poem is composed in short, direct lines, enjambed to emphasize particular words or phrases rather than establish a consistent overall rhythm. Davis’ idiolect is inventive in its names for things (siblings are “life partners,” pets are “prisoners,” teachers are “Part-Time Supervisors,” and so on), and his outsider’s observations of society are shrewd and often funny. However, the combination of snark and self-seriousness causes some poems to come off as petulant and cloying; as a result, it’s difficult to imagine anyone over the age of 22 finding the work emotionally affecting. Even so, the tone and style, coupled with debut artist Klimov’s truly engaging black-and-white illustrations should captivate readers of a certain anarchic mindset.
A nihilistic poetic remembrance that will appeal most to older teens and 20-somethings.