Widening Income Inequality
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- 12,99 €
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- 12,99 €
Publisher Description
Seidel is the great controversialist of American poetry. Dubbed a 'transgressive adventurer,' a 'demonic gentleman,' a 'triumphant outsider,' a 'great poet of innocence,' and 'an example of the dangerous Male of the Species', his sly, witty and wide-eyed poems seem earnest one moment and flippant the next, and will see him rotating his caustic fire from high-society cocktail parties to street-level poverty, genocide to Obamacare, New York to Syria. He's never more than a turn-line from humour, and it is often when he is at his funniest that he is also at his most shocking.
The Independent said of his last collection: 'There is no contemporary poet writing in English as witty, as shrewd, as touching and as debonair as Frederick Seidel. That's a lot of praise, but he surely merits it.'
Widening Income Inequality, Seidel's new collection, is a rhymed magnificence of sexual, historical, and cultural exuberance. Rarely has poetry been this dapper, or this dire, or this true.
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The old dog repeats the same tricks in this latest collection from Seidel (Nice Weather). While something can be said for Seidel's varied form, what stands out is his penchant for rhyme, irregular rhythm, and long, sprawling lines. For example, in "Man in Slicker," the poet states, "He's hidden in a slicker, so he's yellow, obvious./ A rainy day on Broadway looks like Auschwitz, more or less." If Seidel is aiming for irony, he never really seems to hit the mark, and for all his attempts to relate to current events and 21st-century pop culture, his upper-crust allusions to fine dining, Patek Philippe watches, Ducati motorcycles, and trips to Montauk, N.Y., speak louder than the line "I wouldn't want to be a black man in St. Louis County" in the hackneyed poem "The Ballad of Ferguson, Missouri." Similarly, one could read the poem "Hip-Hop" as a strained satire of hip-hop culture, but it's so completely out of touch that it seems to miss any point entirely. "Girls in short shorts/ Saunter by on platform heels, misting the air with particles," he writes. "Dogs on their leashes are yodeling and will be walked and/ Girls with their breasts are ululating/ And won't be stalked." Seidel might think he's being clever, but his work is a mess.
