I definitely would suggest Smith's "[Insert] Boy" though I do caution that just because I recommend it doesn't make it a pleasant read, rather it is more an insightful read, but one that for me, at least touches on aspects of my that I vaguely remember. The section I just finished was that which dealt with his grandfather and the cancer that killed him, amongst other things. It was powerful, perhaps because one of mine was similar, not in cause of death, but in how they lived their life.
On to something brighter, earlier today I also read a passage in "IRL" and the relationship the poet describes with his muse is truly something to read:
The influence of Muse
is not unlike being under
the influence, the way a poem
is spontaneously drunk
on Robert Graves.... (page 30)
Pico runs his lines into these incredible images, and these lines get to galloping along (almost galumphing, but not quite) stopping at unlikely places.
I am not finished with either book, but I am enjoying them, each for their own reasons, and there is probably a good chance I will have another poetry entry on my blog, though it isn't really all I read, just what has grabbed my attention lately.
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