Clever but, in the end, a little meh.
3 November, 2014
Some formal aspects of Kay Ryan's poetry have already been remarked upon a lot, e.g., the sporadic and imperfect rhymes (which are nice but can also be a little too much sometimes). Some themes keep popping up: space, silence, emptiness, the substantiality of seemingly insubstantial things ('Forgetting,' 'Beasts, 'Gaps'), and in general, the actual heterogeneity of seemingly homogeneous things. Bottom line: I wanted to like Kay Ryan's poetry more than I did. In some places it's clever, in other places, it's thought provoking, but with a few exceptions (e.g., 'Cheshire'), I couldn't really identify any statement about life, art, or anything else, and I didn't find it too interesting in terms of language. Maybe I will give it another shot sometime. In the meantime, I'm really enjoying Coleman Bark's translations of Rumi, http://www.amazon.com/The-Essential-Rumi-Expanded-Edition/dp/0062509594/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1415037977&sr=8-1&keywords=essential+rumi