Customer Reviews

Father of Noise

5 star:		(2)
4 star:		(0)
3 star:		(0)
2 star:		(0)
1 star:		(0)

 

 

I first ran across McCann's poetry some 7 or 8 years ago when I saw a few pieces of his published in the poetry journal "Fine Madness." Immediately I was struck by the singularity of his voice, the very human off-kilteredness, the fierce, aware intelligence and the vulnerability ("I am ranting / or I am groveling," reads one snippet, and in another: "I am feeling handsome and genocidal. / 'What kills bugs dead!' I holler. / Here in the hardware store / I am feeling tall and vigorous. / Walking home, / my poison in my bucket. / I lied. In reality my tummy hurts / which makes me small / and red. And I never leave the house."). If you like your poetry served with a dash of - or, in this book's case - a healthy, home-cooked portion of quirkiness (including not only citing the strange ["Do you have a raygun / or perhaps a stick of commemorative gum? I need to pretend / that I am under attack from the air."], but making the common ridiculous ["I am reading Newsweek / in the world"]), then don your too-tight starfleet uniform and prepare to be transported...

I came across this little gem of poetry quite by chance. Very fresh yet very accessible. And beautifully produced.