Just finished a week of on call. And now, today, Saturday, it's as if Spring has broken out in Seattle. Me so happy!
I've been reading Tony Hoagland's new book, Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty. I love his sense of humor and irony, and his willingness to take on politically incorrect topics. But the book is a little hit and miss for me. Sometimes the targets he takes on are a little too easy, and the poems come off as preachy. I'm thinking of poems like "Expensive Hotel," and "The Story of White People."
My favorite so far: "Personal." Who can't love a poem with lines like this:
. . .
Get over it, they said
at the School of Broken Hearts.
But I couldn't and I didn't and I don't
believe in the clean break;
I believe in the compound fracture
served with a sauce of dirty regret;
. . .
from "Personal" pages 48-49