From Library Journal
In his fifth book, Dacey (The Boy Under the Bed) makes highly accessible poetry from the artifacts of daily life, e.g., TV shows, recorded messages, and speeding tickets. But Dacey transmutes the ordinary into the metaphorical and the surreal; dream time and normal time coexist in his poetic universe. And sophisticated forms like sonnets and couplets tend to alternate with a very readable free verseADacey, after all, is the coeditor of Strong Measures: Contemporary American Poetry in Traditional Forms. In the title poem, an elegy to his father, Dacey brings the old man a girlie magazine "like a priest with a last rite." Elsewhere, the poet's traffic-cop brother works "as brave bullfighters work close to the horns," and Florence Nightingale sees a stack of cordwood that, on closer view, "turns into tossed amputated limbs." Readable and fresh, Dacey's poems engage and delight because the poet is always drawn "to metaphor." Highly recommended for all collections.
Daniel L. Guillory, Millikin Univ., Decatur, IL Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc.
From Kirkus Reviews
paper 0-910055-47-5 The Minnesota State Univ. Professor is probably better known for his influential anthology, Strong Measures (which he co- edited in 1986), than for his five previous books of poetry. Though the anthology announced a new interest in traditional forms, Dacey seems not to have mastered them in all this time. Which is not to say he doesnt come close in the best poems here, those that happen also to be the least personal of his narratives. Four pieces on Walt Whitman derive from incidents in the poets life: he attends a church service at a mental asylum; falls asleep reading Florence Nightingale on nursing (and imagines working side- by-side with her); and is seen from the view of a young man whose parents entertain the poet one summer, during which time he wades in the creek naked and hugs trees, much to the speakers amusement. A simple Blakean poem, The Burial, in rhymed couplets, finds the poet attending the funeral of his young nephew. Too many of Daceys other, jokier poems seem dashed-off and are often occasioned by the oddity of a found sentence or phrase. For the God Poseidon mixes the modern submarines with their ancient namesake; The Neighbors answers a pundits hypothetical remark about George Bush and Saddam Hussein; Four Men in a Car elaborates on a photographers remark that no image is sadder than that in the title; and Trousersthe most tasteless of the typeriffs on a remark from Nadezhda Mandelstam. But Dacey isnt worried about being offensive: in bad-boy Catholic form, he updates the Stations of the Cross with his glib political rhetoric; and in the execrable Why Jesus Was Crucified, he ends a narrative about discovering his wifes sketches of her vagina with an absurd conceit about the death of Christ. Daceys heavily and pointlesslyenjambed lines suggest his formal unease, and his short-line free verse is often sentimental, embarrassing, or both. --
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