Fortunately for us readers, J.E.A. Wallace doesn't suck at writing poetry. He's actually got it down to a science, and makes an often confusing (at least to me) writing style interesting and engaging.
Are you hurtling toward God knows what? is a great collection of poems that range from humourous to frightening, melancholy to surreal. Some are interconnected, others stand alone. All are little slices (I'll assume) of Wallace's mind and world, and it seems like a fascinating place.
I have a few personal favourites, including Post-apocalyptic chandeliers, Meanwhile, a few blocks from Times Square, and The ice storm.
Poetry, in my opinion, is songs without music, and these three spoke to me in a way only a good song can. They're dark, visual and definitely left an impression. I haven't sorted out their meaning yet, and I hope I never do. That takes away a lot of the fun when it comes to reading poetry, or understanding any art.
What more can I say? If you're a literary guy, and not afraid of a few words that rhyme, I'd highly recommend giving Are you hurtling toward God knows what? a read. Collections like this aren't all that common anymore, and this one is definitely worth the time.
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