A review by werdfert
The Book of Frank by Eileen Myles, C.A. Conrad

4.0

even though i'm not immediately "getting" every poem, this book is rekindling my faith in poetry. that people still write it, that it is a valid means of expression, that it can be new and fresh and tell a cogent story.

saying you don't get poetry is so teenage. what does it even mean? it's sort of like you're driving down a very windy road and you're listening to the radio and the radio is broadcasting the poem. and sometimes when you round a bend, the rocks or a tree or something gets in the way of the radio signals and you lose the transmission. sometimes when you read a poem you just hear static.