cail_judy's review
5.0
I read the majority of this book in the park, under a hot sun with a heavy heart. Johnson's poetry moves in dark circles around refrains of loss, self-deception and deep truths. These poems cut me to the chest and held my face to the page. There's nothing romantic in the boozing and reckless nature these poems contain - they're beautiful in the way a boarded-up country house can look in the right light.
"Sway" and "The Flames" are two immediate favourites — I know otherswill come to surface when I read this again. My thanks to Mason for giving me his copy of Jesus' Son two plus years ago. That was my ticket in.
"Sway" and "The Flames" are two immediate favourites — I know otherswill come to surface when I read this again. My thanks to Mason for giving me his copy of Jesus' Son two plus years ago. That was my ticket in.
jayden_mccomiskie's review
5.0
Read this at least for 'The Confession of St. Jim-Ralph'.
"Whatever is most terrible is most real—
the Bible fights, The fetuses burning in light-bulbs,
the cunnilingual, intravenous
swamp of love."
"Whatever is most terrible is most real—
the Bible fights, The fetuses burning in light-bulbs,
the cunnilingual, intravenous
swamp of love."
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