tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634744964958277371.post5206122355710889027..comments2024-01-30T21:14:00.518-05:00Comments on Under the Blue Light: Review of I Carry A Hammer In My Pocket For Occasions Such As These from 30.1Indiana Reviewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08422812817429803573noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1634744964958277371.post-23343757784196027012008-08-20T10:20:00.000-04:002008-08-20T10:20:00.000-04:00Wonderful. I'm always on the lookout for poetry th...Wonderful. I'm always on the lookout for poetry that really jolts me and makes me laugh. The cutesy, whimsical poetry of earlier days (specifically thinking of Ogden Nash here) is all fine and good, but it lacks the kind of bite. <BR/><BR/>What I find pleasurable in poetry like this and Tate's is that precise moment when recognition widens your eyes and you think, "You know, that's dead on. I'd never thought of it like that before, but that is dead-freakin' on." How the absurd forces you into a realization of exactly how much absurdity there truly is around you every single day, absurdity that you've just sort of chosen to ignore.<BR/><BR/>I'll definitely be checking this out.<BR/><BR/>And Richter's film is – rapturous thing – right <A HREF="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdDSK9DIdrU" REL="nofollow">here</A>.The Critichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14649685715108221607noreply@blogger.com