The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millennium General Assembly: Poems Collected and New
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I have tried to get into Denis Johnson a couple of times but so far I have not succeeded. I guess, his writing is just not for me. The only novels that I kind of liked were ‘’Resuscitation of a Hanged Man” and “Fiskadoro” — but I wasn’t really thrilled while and after reading them. I kept reading high praise for Denis Johnson so I bought his latest collection of stories: “The Largesse of the Sea Maiden” and came to the conclusion that the best thing about this collection was its title. Finally I also gave his poetry a try and, alas, I could not get into it — the majority of these poems (although I would refrain from calling quite a few of these snippets “poems”) did not connect with me — neither the language nor the subject matter grabbed me in any way, made me reread, mark up, take notes. To me, there are a couple of intriguing verses — that’s it Mostly, I found the construction of Johnson’s poems, his use of language (especially the imagery he chooses) odd and unsatisfying: “…you know our clothes / woke up this morning and swallowed us like jewels” “my office smells like a theory” “I can see the lights / of the city I came from, / can remember how a boy sets out / like something thrown from the furnace / of a star.” His similes often feel abstract and stale — many poems read as if Johnson just wanted to write something that sounds different or odd — but there is not much behind this abstract oddity. He often uses abstract terms and combines them in unfitting ways. Some of the poems are like longer strings of beads leading nowhere. I couldn’t really find anything that grabbed me: no fascinating metaphors, no astonishing enjambments, no funny or memorable rhymes, no relatable speakers. It seems, Mr. Johnson, you are not for me.
Beschreibung
Beiträge
I have tried to get into Denis Johnson a couple of times but so far I have not succeeded. I guess, his writing is just not for me. The only novels that I kind of liked were ‘’Resuscitation of a Hanged Man” and “Fiskadoro” — but I wasn’t really thrilled while and after reading them. I kept reading high praise for Denis Johnson so I bought his latest collection of stories: “The Largesse of the Sea Maiden” and came to the conclusion that the best thing about this collection was its title. Finally I also gave his poetry a try and, alas, I could not get into it — the majority of these poems (although I would refrain from calling quite a few of these snippets “poems”) did not connect with me — neither the language nor the subject matter grabbed me in any way, made me reread, mark up, take notes. To me, there are a couple of intriguing verses — that’s it Mostly, I found the construction of Johnson’s poems, his use of language (especially the imagery he chooses) odd and unsatisfying: “…you know our clothes / woke up this morning and swallowed us like jewels” “my office smells like a theory” “I can see the lights / of the city I came from, / can remember how a boy sets out / like something thrown from the furnace / of a star.” His similes often feel abstract and stale — many poems read as if Johnson just wanted to write something that sounds different or odd — but there is not much behind this abstract oddity. He often uses abstract terms and combines them in unfitting ways. Some of the poems are like longer strings of beads leading nowhere. I couldn’t really find anything that grabbed me: no fascinating metaphors, no astonishing enjambments, no funny or memorable rhymes, no relatable speakers. It seems, Mr. Johnson, you are not for me.