I like big volumes of poetry, especially poetry by one author, rather than anthologies. With small volumes, like the chapbooks that are so common in the poetry publishing world, I feel like I owe the book a thorough read, perhaps even in one sitting. They can be intimidating that way. I’m not big on anthologies because you don’t get much of a feel for any one poet. With a large collection of one person’s work, you can open the book to a random page and dive in, getting a full and rich experience without committing to reading the book straight through.
Please be advised: Both the book being reviewed in the post and the review itself contain some adult content. The post handles some subject matter I don't normally write about, but it was a good book and worth reading and reviewing.
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