Tuesday, September 4, 2012
VISIONS OF A DROWNING MAN by Dee Sunshine, reviewed by BL Kennedy
Visions of the Drowning Man
210 Brooklyn Road, Cheltham, Glos
He is a psychopath.
He wants her love truly madly deeply
Delights in strata of pain she inflicts…
Her brown eyes, twinkling cesspools
Her orgasms quickly brought,
A supermarket of vengeful menstruation.
She is an angel to his masochism.
Shit on me he begs,
But she will not stoop to the pleading,
Making his humiliation
So much more poignant.
What can I say? I am a sucker for the work of Dee Sunshine. I find her to be the poetic equivalent of Aristotle’s wisdom. These poems lure you: each word falls in your mind like a vengeful ministration. This is a book of delicate and fluid language. It rolls around your psyche, gently caressing you with every other line. Its like the images that one experiences during a slow walk across the city. You know, those images that tend to dance around you as you pass through a windy day. It’s like watching the dance of cigarette smoke in an empty room. Dee Sunshine is just that type of poet. You know what I mean. I’m talking about the poet who can drive a nail through your hand and have you scream with delight. This is where I am coming from: I love this book. It’s filled with good poetry rising from a laughing trail of bones. I highly recommend you hunt down and buy this book.