By The Nest Of The Mother Bird
Confusion Is What I Know Best
Despite The Plainness Of The Day
Each Of Us
Here I Am In A Room
I Dream I Hurl A Spear
I Like How Your Belly
I'm A Machine
In Another Dream
It Is Peculiar That You Should Love Me
It's Not You I Miss
It's So Reassuring To Show Myself To You
Keep Time Away
The Love We Had
My Love For You Is A Dark Hall
Reality Is The Other Person
The Sea Is My Place
We Are Like Two Freight Cars
What Would Life Be Without You?
Who Am I To Be Loved
Without Sexual Attraction, There Is
Your Body Is Not Mine
Your Face Before Me
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
This is the erotic verse of an intellectual who distrusts and belittles erotic love. In the "sadness of climax" the lyric narrator has "discharged his stream of love"--orgasm is merely "the body at work," but "opening paths to each other . . . is so much more difficult than love." Traditionally, collections such as this are used as an aid to lovemaking--or as an aide-memoire when sex is no longer possible. Ignatow's poems seem aimed at the Feiffer cartoon guy who wants to get the girl into bed so they can discuss metaphysics. Not as compelling a collection as his recent death poems in Shadowing the Ground ( LJ 5/15/91), but nonetheless another frank communication from this American original.
- Rob Schmieder, Boston
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Book Description Mill Hunk Books, 1991. Paperback. Book Condition: Used: Good. Bookseller Inventory # SONG0962602310