Blue by George Elliott Clarke
My rating: 4/5 cats
you know how some authors keep writing the same book over and over?? and you wish they would maybe try to write something a little risky or out of character?? that’s how i feel here. why does george elliott clarke have to keep writing such beautiful poetry?? why can’t he just try, for once, to write something that is boring or poorly executed?? i’m sick to death of his flexible vocabulary, his clear-eyed control of description, his ability to mimic the style of every single poet he admires. i crave the hackneyed, the mundane, the safe. i want something pompous and incomprehensible. do you canadians not do that there??
