Title: Trite, laughable
Product review: The title of this book is telling: the narrator of Billy Collins's poems is basically a loser who never does anything interesting, never takes any risks, never lives life--forever sailing around the lonely room of his mundane mind and making asinine observations about a world he doesn't understand. His astonishment at the Irish cow's "cowness," for example, made me want to throw up.I have nothing at all against "accessible" poetry; but bad poetry masquerading as something profound--that I have a problem with. There are some wonderful accessible poets out there--Stephen Dobyns and Stephen Dunn come to mind. Read them, and maybe you'll be able to see the difference.
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