Title: Twice No. --Poems for little people.
Review: This, among books this reviewer has bothered to purchase from a bookstore new, is the SOLE volume I've ever taken back out of disgust. Banal, boorish, vapid, insipid: If I continue, there will be a Thesaurus entry of Babel for "Garbage" as a metaphor. --And I was led to believe Allen Ginsberg&CO.;, followed by Kurt Vonnegut Jr., with Herman Melville and Saul Bellow taking up the rear were the main gods of the Anglophone pantheon of overrated writers. I see now that was quite mistaken; they were mere ciphers.--Hail Caesar: W H AUDEN. The quintessential 'English Man'. . . romantic eunuch, milchsop, bore. He will have no ciphers since he's etched his texts on the bottom of the well . . . all roads lead AWAY from Auden . . . CS Lewis is more compelling, even as a proselytizing fantast . . .
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