by Tony Leuzzi
MAR 2015 | Books
Theres nothing good about ill-timed death, Kathleen Ossip asserts in Oh, wow, mausoleums, the final poem in The Do-Over, the poets third book of poems. Nor about the death of love. That poetry glamorizes them disturbs me. Plainspoken and unsentimental, this passage typifies the tone and subject of Ossips newest collection, a bold procession of elegiac meditations and ode-like gestures that never hide behind gossamer veils of rhetoric to soften unforgiving truths.
by J. C. Hallman
JUNE 2016 | Books
Daniel Borzutzky’s new book of poems, The Performance of Becoming Human (the latest from indefatigable Brooklyn Arts Press, soldiering on for nearly a decade now) can be quoted so as to suggest that it is merely the latest in a recent string of literary apocalypses, all of imaginative provenance (storm, zombies, aliens, meteors, plague, etc.), but all relying on the sadly pessimistic belief that we’re basically fucked.