Title: SOAKED IN UNREALITY
Product review: Maybe Simic's "The World Doesn't End" is a delight and a surprise as the jacket blurb says, but this collection of poems is full of frustration, despair, emptiness, and ugliness. The poems celebrate the significance of the empty, the significance of the impossible desire, the significance of endless misery, unmitigated pain, and this thing here. There are somewhat successful poems about unsuccessful living, but all these poems drain the spirit. They soak the soul in unreality. This is a book of poems that reveals itself in self-inflicted, unconscious, emotional pain.
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