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I actually read this last month. I didn't like it, and it came so highly recommended that I thought I was probably in the wrong for not liking it, and I resolved to read it again just to make sure. I got part way through it a second time, liked it a little better, but still couldn't get motivated enough to keep reading it. Now it is due back at the library, and I think that I will continue not being motivated enough to keep reading it.
I don't know, I loved Susan Mitchell's book Rapture, which I read in college. She seems almost like an entirely different poet in Erotikon, though. Are there two poets named Susan Mitchell? No, the cover of Erotikon clearly states that she also wrote Rapture. I don't know, there were parts of it I liked. The words sound really beautiful together, but I was having difficulty finding the meaning in the sounds. A line like "Crepuscular scatterings, great solifluctions" (p. 7)--I'm sorry, but that means nothing to me. I don't read poetry to learn new words, no matter how cool they sound. I get to a line like that (and there were many, like that, throughout the book) and it just loses me. I am lost, I would like a map to your poem. But there were passages that were very beautiful, and almost comprehensible. Starting it a second time, I was feeling like I was on the edge of actually understanding. Overall, though, I was disappointed, because this was supposed to be sexy poetry, and I couldn't tell if it was or not, and that made me disappointed in myself as a reader, and that made me dislike the book even more. Sigh.
I don't know, I loved Susan Mitchell's book Rapture, which I read in college. She seems almost like an entirely different poet in Erotikon, though. Are there two poets named Susan Mitchell? No, the cover of Erotikon clearly states that she also wrote Rapture. I don't know, there were parts of it I liked. The words sound really beautiful together, but I was having difficulty finding the meaning in the sounds. A line like "Crepuscular scatterings, great solifluctions" (p. 7)--I'm sorry, but that means nothing to me. I don't read poetry to learn new words, no matter how cool they sound. I get to a line like that (and there were many, like that, throughout the book) and it just loses me. I am lost, I would like a map to your poem. But there were passages that were very beautiful, and almost comprehensible. Starting it a second time, I was feeling like I was on the edge of actually understanding. Overall, though, I was disappointed, because this was supposed to be sexy poetry, and I couldn't tell if it was or not, and that made me disappointed in myself as a reader, and that made me dislike the book even more. Sigh.
