hsienhsien27's review against another edition
5.0
I finished it like 30 minutes ago. Loved it.
So one day I was on Twitter, nothing new, then Ken Baumann was like "Hey I have these Sator Press books on this torrent thing", obviously he didn't say it like that, but it's along those lines. I found Ken's Sator Press a while ago, maybe a month ago, and I found the works to be very interesting and made a "I want to read some of these," note. The one that really caught my eye was The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover. I was attracted to the book cover, I wasn't sure why though, it was pleasing to my eye but it wasn't something crazy and colorful. Sometimes the simplicity of things tends to attract me more than the elaborate stuff, which is why poetry is probably, in my eyes, one of the most valuable yet under appreciated art forms in the world. However, I don't really read much poetry, so I sound like a hypocrite. The only books of poetry I have physically are Tao Lin's you are a little happier than i am, and for some reason that book, in my opinion, was one of the most beautiful, twisted, and hilarious books I've ever read. I also have a book that contains a bunch of Robert Frost poems. Frost's poems kind of bored me and I like Emily Dickinson. I also consider David Sylvian a poet, even though he's really a musician, his recent music is all spoken word with weird jazz or ambient music. That's all I can think of that's on my shelf, I don't know about my Mom's books, I think there's one or two.
Okay so let's talk about the book. Honestly, this will probably be the shortest review on this blog, because well, this is poetry. Poetry is not something that is easy for me to explain, I only feel it, not really comprehend it, I have a thought of what it means, but I feel it more than anything. The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover gave me this strange feeling of, I don't know, I don't want to say enlightenment, because that sounds stupid. When I read this book , I felt like Mark was in my iPad, reading this poetry out loud, and I felt like snapping my fingers, even though I can't do that. I don't know what it is, but these poems or aphorisms were very profound? I've never read aphorisms before. Some of them were criticizing Western society's way of thinking, and it was all true, every word of it. Poetry tends to be more honest than Fiction. Some of them were talking about the magic of writing, how writing tends to be the most powerful way of expression, and for most people it's true. These poems were the words of life, the poems that pop into people's heads and they write them down on a napkin. These are the poems that writers think of but they never write them down. These poems are the thoughts that run through our heads at nighttime while we're trying to sleep or when we take a shower and or thoughts flow down the drain with the water. I don't know, this might be the crappiest review I have ever done, and I will probably have better thoughts, despite that I loved this little book. For now this is what I have, and it will be the only thoughts about this book that will be leaked out on this humble blog.
Rating: 5/5
And here I am with my crazy self, giving it a 5/5. I guess I really did feel it.
http://wordsnotesandfiction.blogspot.com/2014/02/book-review-angel-in-dream-of-our.html
So one day I was on Twitter, nothing new, then Ken Baumann was like "Hey I have these Sator Press books on this torrent thing", obviously he didn't say it like that, but it's along those lines. I found Ken's Sator Press a while ago, maybe a month ago, and I found the works to be very interesting and made a "I want to read some of these," note. The one that really caught my eye was The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover. I was attracted to the book cover, I wasn't sure why though, it was pleasing to my eye but it wasn't something crazy and colorful. Sometimes the simplicity of things tends to attract me more than the elaborate stuff, which is why poetry is probably, in my eyes, one of the most valuable yet under appreciated art forms in the world. However, I don't really read much poetry, so I sound like a hypocrite. The only books of poetry I have physically are Tao Lin's you are a little happier than i am, and for some reason that book, in my opinion, was one of the most beautiful, twisted, and hilarious books I've ever read. I also have a book that contains a bunch of Robert Frost poems. Frost's poems kind of bored me and I like Emily Dickinson. I also consider David Sylvian a poet, even though he's really a musician, his recent music is all spoken word with weird jazz or ambient music. That's all I can think of that's on my shelf, I don't know about my Mom's books, I think there's one or two.
Okay so let's talk about the book. Honestly, this will probably be the shortest review on this blog, because well, this is poetry. Poetry is not something that is easy for me to explain, I only feel it, not really comprehend it, I have a thought of what it means, but I feel it more than anything. The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover gave me this strange feeling of, I don't know, I don't want to say enlightenment, because that sounds stupid. When I read this book , I felt like Mark was in my iPad, reading this poetry out loud, and I felt like snapping my fingers, even though I can't do that. I don't know what it is, but these poems or aphorisms were very profound? I've never read aphorisms before. Some of them were criticizing Western society's way of thinking, and it was all true, every word of it. Poetry tends to be more honest than Fiction. Some of them were talking about the magic of writing, how writing tends to be the most powerful way of expression, and for most people it's true. These poems were the words of life, the poems that pop into people's heads and they write them down on a napkin. These are the poems that writers think of but they never write them down. These poems are the thoughts that run through our heads at nighttime while we're trying to sleep or when we take a shower and or thoughts flow down the drain with the water. I don't know, this might be the crappiest review I have ever done, and I will probably have better thoughts, despite that I loved this little book. For now this is what I have, and it will be the only thoughts about this book that will be leaked out on this humble blog.
Rating: 5/5
And here I am with my crazy self, giving it a 5/5. I guess I really did feel it.
http://wordsnotesandfiction.blogspot.com/2014/02/book-review-angel-in-dream-of-our.html
jtth's review against another edition
5.0
So good. How do you even start to summarize a book of aphorisms? They are known by their density. This one is very nice. I read it mostly in bed, with feet warmed by an electric blanket, half asleep, as all poetry should be read, so as to most broadly trigger meaning. It gave me comfort, discomfort, and warmth through hope.
tymelgren's review against another edition
5.0
Better than Basho, Epictetus or Heraclitus; better than bad Wendell Berry; a little better than "Braided Creek;" not as good as good Wendell Berry, Proverbs, or Ecclesiastes.
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