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READER ´ DOC Talking Dirty to the Gods Poems ↠ 9780374527938 ☆ YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA ☆ A daredevil poetic achievement nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award A god isn't worthA drop of water in the hell of his goodImagination if we can't curse Sunsets threaten to forsUre and configures his own paradigm in which an event as commonplace as the jewel wasp laying an egg in a cockroach becomes every bit as grand as Zeus's infidelity The formally rigorous collection is itself a design for a systematic cosmos a world compressed but abundant in surprise and deligh Komunyakaa is one of my favorite contempary poets This book of poems is an excellent showcase of his skill

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Rn in any life cycle is taboo as Yusef Komunyakaa examines the primal rituals shared by insects animals human beings and deities in Talking Dirty to the Gods From Hearsay to Heresy these 132 poems each consisting of four uatrains are framed by innuendo and lively satire Komunyakaa looks to nat After reading this collection I feel I definitely need to go back and brush up on the history and myth of Greek Roman and other pagan gods There were a number of poems I think I could understand better if I knew about the gods the poems were referring to comprehending of the language the images I don't read with a dictionary or guide at hand so I think I should read this again sometime That being said I rate it 3 stars only because of my own failings Of the poems that I understood I really enjoyed them I could probably give this a 4 if a second read educated read proved profitable

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Talking Dirty to the Gods PoemsA daredevil poetic achievement nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award A god isn't worthA drop of water in the hell of his goodImagination if we can't curse Sunsets threaten to forsake himIn his storehouse of belladonnaTiger hornets snakebites from Meditations in a Swine YardNo tu Though I'd read other books from Mr Komunyakaa and loved every one it took a fellow Cave Canem poet to get me inside this book I haven't been read to in a long time Not the way we are read to at poetry readings but the way it was when we were five and all the day lead up to that ariel moment if we were lucky What was it but the poet's voice that took me into Komunyakaa's diamond rough stanzas? Like all things you can't explain it was like a dream it happened while driving and all my focus broke; I became only sight touch and ear the blank strip mall road the wheel under my hands giving way to the sound of Gluttony weaving itself from one poet's mouth into my head There's a peculiar psyche in these poems Komunyakaa's unsettling way of uncoiling the skein of our own condition unfolding it for our view The book at times reminds us what little evils we do in our thoughts our movements our own breathing It helps that the poems are brief I imagine if he told us anything else longer than a page we'd smear and unravel like newspapers floating down apocalyptical streets