The Energy of Slaves

Another excursion into the anti-art mode, insisting that "The poems don't love us any more," and heading each page with a small black razor blade.� Some of the poems are slight throwaways, but by and large this collection has "aged" better than the more flamboyant Flowers for Hitler: its tone of mordant irony and self-criticism has a purity to it that retains (like a razor blade) its cutting edge.

Poemas, poesias