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A review by jocelovesclassics
The Collected Poems by Kenneth Koch
2.0
As Koch would say himself, “the world never tires of bad poetry, and for this reason we have come to this garden, which is another world.”
By all accounts I should of loved everything Koch wrote. He writes of New York, recognizing what I know all too well. He employs references that display his intellect, showcasing what a brilliant man he was. I can go on by the use of form and technique, but I will spare you the details.
Yet, I found myself skipping most of. Perhaps, when I come back to it, I will find a new appreciation. But for every poem that I found enjoyable, I had to skip three pages.
It read to me more like a journal than a completed published poetry. If you love this of style I would recommend Koch. I can feel him coming home and writhing all that had happened through the words. The excitement with newfound obsession that engrosses all of your poetry.
Like a journal there is a lot of fluffy and repetition. It is not always that particular bad, but a first draft. Other times it was a concept that was not well executed. Or just bad.
Though, I admire Koch’s attempts. He is quirky and not afraid of it. He is self aware which made his poetry much more bearable (this is a compliment). If a poem was bad, I can still pick out a line that made the reading experience worth it.
By all accounts I should of loved everything Koch wrote. He writes of New York, recognizing what I know all too well. He employs references that display his intellect, showcasing what a brilliant man he was. I can go on by the use of form and technique, but I will spare you the details.
Yet, I found myself skipping most of. Perhaps, when I come back to it, I will find a new appreciation. But for every poem that I found enjoyable, I had to skip three pages.
It read to me more like a journal than a completed published poetry. If you love this of style I would recommend Koch. I can feel him coming home and writhing all that had happened through the words. The excitement with newfound obsession that engrosses all of your poetry.
Like a journal there is a lot of fluffy and repetition. It is not always that particular bad, but a first draft. Other times it was a concept that was not well executed. Or just bad.
Though, I admire Koch’s attempts. He is quirky and not afraid of it. He is self aware which made his poetry much more bearable (this is a compliment). If a poem was bad, I can still pick out a line that made the reading experience worth it.