Sunday, January 25, 2015

Black Mirror

I had a little trouble with Black Mirror: The Selected Poems of Roger Gilbert-Lecomte. The writing is beautiful, but I was never fully drawn in. Somehow I didn't fully enter these poems. I enjoyed much of the lyricism and rich language. Many, many lines stood out for me. But few entire poems grabbed me.

"The pallor/of one's foibles."

"To the forever unfinished and ever agonized/Human face"

"Become the secret of blind change"

"To loathe myself and drink through my thin skin"

"The prodigious appearance of the lovely monsters it creates"

My favorite: "To me alone a lovely scandal"

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