Title: Puerile and cynical in its political gambits
Review: It would be impossible to exaggerate the folly, self-importance and cynicism of this self-indulgent collection of exhibitionistic pseudo-confessiond. Wunderlich tells us, in a language of facile and adolecscent self-satisfaction, that he would have no regrets about his behavior if he contracted AIDS. Then he asks us to share his trumped-up sense of tragedy over the losses of his lovers and friends. He gives gay rights activists a bad name and gives poems a worse one. If this is what poetry is coming to, give me Milton and Pope any day, but I'd say look to Snyder, Hacker, Howard, and leave this child to his masturbatory incantations.
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