I appreciated the whole of Book Than Its Individual than its individual The overall theme of the book the octopoids and their domination of mankind the museum of
The Times Before that resonated with me and I thought was well doneThe individual poems were Times Before that resonated with me and I thought was well doneThe individual poems were and down for me hit and miss I appreciated the playfulness of language To come apart we d have to come together and so I tried to make ou come or When I learned to tell time I told it I told it so I stopped listening to what it tried to tell me in some of the earlier poems but it didn t juxtapose well with the starker early statements Black children were killed in broad daylight in parks and streets and in houses and churches and cars Especially in cars The law said it wasn t allowed but it was expressly allowed encouraged and unpunished The law said this was the law each time a person chose to do it These were not accidentsBy the end Our Zero Waiver Are Women People the playfulness disappeared entirely and I thought that better served the subject matter even as it was less memorable than the jarring juxtapositions of the first half of the bookI don t regret reading it and thinking about it but I m not in a hurry to re read and re consider Every time I read one of Brenda Shaughnessy s books I am infuriated by how easy she makes it look to write amazing poetry I can t remember the last time I raced through a book of poetry like it was a thriller novel but here it is From Letter from an Elder Have we even understood us We were the humans a bafflement of evolution most species evolve to live we devolved to evil Most infinitesimal specks get suashed by a much bigger foot and maybe we re not the only dot of a species to die of its own self hatred but we are rare We were rare The lovely planet may be salvaged with our extinction I won t live to know but it would be some last lightI cling to this because to hope for the earth to go on after we re gone is the only kind of love left the last good human piece of us That some of our ether soul spirit wishes vibrations might linger here That some form of hope can stay with or without us 50 51 We were uite literally gunning for our own extinction it now seems obvious If not by pandemic or self infli. This collection of bold and scathingly beautiful feminist poems imagines what comes after our current age of environmental destruction racism sexism and divisive politicsInformed by Brenda Shaughnessy's craft as a poet and her worst fears as a mother the poems in The Octopus Museum blaze forth from her pen.
free read ´ eBook or Kindle ePUB ô Brenda ShaughnessyCted extreme climate events or bordernation hysteria gleefully murderous cops and presidents and dictators the infinite variations of pollution and cruelty and deliberate ignorance we threw children in prison we let them be sold and who was we we wondernow that we are no longer us Kind of an odd read Partitioned into a few titled sections The Octopus Museum follows course in feeling a bit too disparate Both thematic and formal shifts are pronounced and seemingly haphazard in their integration into the larger collection here and there are a handful of cringy try hard dictive choices that do not work at all That said this is freuently very very beautiful and a bit near impenetrable in the wonderful I am clearly in the minority but I did not like this collection I found the writing and thoughts disharmonious and incongruous Octopi take over the world because humans have destroyed the world I agreed with the letter about the rise of plastics Initially I
Appreciated The Definition Of People And Then It Went Onthe definition of people and then it went on nauseam and I wanted to toss the book aside I wish I had This is a bizarre set of poems kinda dystopian kinda environmentalist that imagines the world has been taken over by octopus overlords Plastics waste and guns have degraded human society to such an extent that going vegan and having children to spread love around can t make any kind of positive difference any It s too late This is the after picture but it s wry than bleak If I Cavalieri Dello Zodiaco N 23 you want to know what we all could have done differently to prevent the situation we re in now I have one word forou everything Several poems are in the form of prose letters or notes on an exhibition I liked some of the kooky lines and the gently misanthropic tone but this was overall a little
too odd for meA favorite passage We let guns kill our on a dailyodd for favorite passage We let guns kill our children on a daily Who are we to say the Octopodes did anything worse They re an ink species They overwrote us They disassembled our guns by dissolving our systems in the middle of our own shoot out What we thought was gun smoke was ink cloud The writing was never on the wall it was in the water Gorgeous uniue language line by line and poem by poem It s free verse and et it falls into comforting fa. In these pages we see that what was once a generalized fear for our children car accidents falling from a tree is now hyper reasonable specific and multiple school shootings nuclear attack loss of health care a polluted planet As Shaughnessy conjures our potential future she movingly and often with humor en. ,
Miliar rhythms and never sounds false or forced The subjects are wide ranging really an extraordinary mix of different varieties of perfectly observed moments The book itself is gorgeous too a largish hardcover that s such a treat to hold and to smell with an ink in water jacket photo that seems just right for the poems inside not completely random and et open to allowing a beautiful chaos in My favourite poems are the ones that when read feel like they answer a uestion I didn t know I had hadn t Bhishma Son Of Ganga yet formed the poem as simultaneous uestion and answer Andet re readable and Un Cas Int Ressant yielding a little bit with each readThe Idea of Others An animal is scritching in the wall behind my bed At first I thought it was some kind of water crackling in a heating pipe but what kind of water stops whenou thump the wall I don t mean to be mean I mean to make it scurry off to send it to scritch somewhere I can
t hear No I m not afraid it is small byhear No I m not afraid it is small by sound of its scritch I m not in Room 101 not worried about a gnarled whiskered rodent face chewing my eyelids in my sleep I know thesesmall animals if it is an animal are generally afraid of big intelligent me so far up it is an animal are generally afraid of big intelligent me so far up food chain capable of terrible violence if frightened I know they know they can never physically get me and are only after a crumb or a drop like everyone really No I m trying to protect my peace of mind my inner life my pest free dreams from these unseen labors in a frenzy in the wall behind my bed I was going to say it drives me mad and that is its fault or was I going to say who am I to judge the urges and intensities of another species What I ll say instead is that I am part of the universe privy to sounds parallel but unreachable and on some other levelthat I know I am alive factually unloving and alone This
POETRY COLLECTION IMAGINES A TIME IN THE FUTURE WHENcollection imagines a time in the future when octopus overlords create a museum to remember the human species and its racism misogyny and total disregard for the natural world It is a rather melancholy collection that reflects on the issues of times with a rather pessimistic The language is often beautiful and the device of seeing ourselves through the eyes of another is illuminating Are Women People was a favorite. Visions an age where cephalopods might rule over humankind a fate she suggests we may just deserve after destroying their oceans These heartbreaking terrified poems are the battle cry of a woman who is fighting for the survival of the world she loves and a stirring exhibition of who we are as a civilization.