A dramatic but sometimes opaque volume of poetry.

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ANXIPHEN

A debut collection of prose poems explores feelings of frustration and isolation.

Anxiety seems such a constant presence in the current age that it can be difficult to know whether its sources are public or personal. In this slim volume of poems, Dostroevitch shows that it may not matter. In the apocalyptic opener, “Tales Gate,” the speaker worries over his lack of agency in a quickly deteriorating world: “Wish bones left in the western sun waiting for their habits to become useful in another life, another day passes by and it feels like there’s no way out, another day passes by and we’ve run out of time.” “Ample” has a more detached, frenetic tone, full of absurdist imagery and leaps in thought: “Double-sided gillies I’m doing drugs in Rome and wearing pink pajamas to my home in El Salvador, hope I don’t get shot.” “Tribal” is a neurotic romantic poem about how afraid the poet is to be left alone, though he eventually comes to the conclusion that love is worth it: “I said to her, I choose this, I want this because I love you, I love you, I love you.” From the motivational prompts of “Nurturing” to the accusatory anguish of “Transparent” to the clipped resignation of “Incoherent,” Dostroevitch removes the context of daily life and offers poems that twitch and scream like exposed nerves. The poet’s maximalist style has a somewhat barreling quality, rolling ever onward in long, serpentine sentences and rarely letting up until the poem’s end. Though working in prose and not verse, he has not abandoned all consideration of meter and rhyme, as evident in the skillful first line of the book’s final poem, “Pretentious”: “Ferocious and unbounded by eons of travesty, longing even before the consumption of slavery, listening to the emperor discuss his negligence and hopes for a reality worth majesty and this is honestly a laughable concept.” While intriguing imagery pops up now and again, it is difficult to get any sense of the physical world in which the speaker (or speakers) exists. Everything reads as metaphor, but the metaphors don’t carry much emotional weight when the specific problems—as existential as they often seem to be—go unnamed.

A dramatic but sometimes opaque volume of poetry.

Pub Date: Aug. 23, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-73293-080-3

Page Count: 116

Publisher: Arete Patriarch

Review Posted Online: Jan. 16, 2019

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A volume of poetry and prose that offers heroic visions of urban African Americans.

SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR

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.

Pub Date: March 10, 2011

ISBN: 978-1-4568-8093-4

Page Count: 124

Publisher: Xlibris

Review Posted Online: Jan. 6, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2020

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A nihilistic poetic remembrance that will appeal most to older teens and 20-somethings.

THE KING OF FU

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.

Pub Date: May 25, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-71806-449-2

Page Count: 143

Publisher: Nada Blank Press

Review Posted Online: Nov. 24, 2018

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