Boss Cupid

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Summary: Bundled software
Review: Candor and polish charm differently. Some mixes are acquired delights, some matters of fashion, and some questions of taste. Boss Cupid is a sampler. "Aubade," the traditional dawn song of lovers parting, shrink wraps tenderness and suggestiveness first off ("Kinder than you will own,/ pleasing yourself you say/ through pleasing me") then punches up the plainspokenness of lighting and stage directions with a familiar Homeric tag-line that won't go cliché and which also smuggles in the dawn ("till a desolating/ change of light/ steals into the room/ rosyfingered orderly/ thinning out/ our packed intensities/ of night// Already/ you turn away, thoughts/ on the future.) There's no burly orderly performing morning indignities, of course; but the morning-after effect has been romanticized without sentimentality, and in 39 words. The collection is correct by no ideology imaginable, certainly nothing politically viable. "Coffee Shop" 's abab stanzas are armature, see-through supports for its common sense ("The moment that they break into/ The closed-up house of love; they slip/ From room to room and, as they do,/ Adventure through a companionship// Thick with their projects. What is best,/ They know they'll not be bored again,/ Proud to return the interest/ They get and think they can sustain.// They drag the stocky shutters apart/ And let light in upon the floor,/ The dance-ground of the active heart,/ Where they could play for ever more. //The lovers tangled in mid-phrase,/ As if obstructed tongues might say:/ `We are the same in different ways,/ We are different in the same way.' ") In "A System" an Angel Dust junkie "dreams at the center of a closed system/ Like the prison system, or a system of love,/ Where folktale, recipe, and common custom/ Refer back to the maze that they are of," which it seems inappropriate to make religion or art or, given the particulars, anything other than self-destruction once removed. In "Sequel," the following poem, a second sufferer has a spontaneous remission: "Recovery seemed an art obvious as eating." The one, a "tightening heart/ That knots the tangles"; the other, "Relaxed by wine and castles, losing, loosened,/ The knot elided by the touch of sun, Till (here I am!) he bobbed up in the present." The collection's novelistic sweep may mean the poems' lyric intensities have conspired against themselves from time to time, but even so, there are more than enough constellations whose carrying capacity, or elegance, serves a worthy subject to the letter.

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Summary: ...And taste your boyish glow.
Review: I consider myself completely unqualified to "review" poetry, but I must say I find Gunn's work wholly satisfying and moving. I read poetry rarely -- dabbling self-indulgently in a bit of Anne Sexton when I'm feeling blue and morbid -- but I purchased "The Man With the Nightsweats" on it's paperback release and have kept it near to hand since. When "Boss Cupid" was published, a friend presented me with the book and I devoured it. It's been nearly two months now, and not a day has gone by that I haven't revisited the book, either by physically reading or musing on its charms. Long live Thom Gunn.

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Summary: a weak collection
Review: i know gunn is a good poet, i've read many poems he has written that i like. but this collection is weaker than gunn's usual work. the book does get stronger as it goes on, making section three the strongest of the three sections.

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Summary: An aging poet becomes stronger and finer!
Review: I think this new book shows Thom Gunn at his greatest as a poet. Many people who became fans of Gunn's work (very understandably)because of his last collection of poems, The Man with Night Sweats, probably won't be quite sure what to do with this material. But it's very characteristic of him, really! Both in style and in subject matter. Experimental yet classical, freewheeling but sane--the book's entire premise is the triumph of love in all matter of circumstances. And those readers who positively reviewed Gunn's Collected Poems, will recognize that the master has taken all of his knowledge of poetic forms (quite considerable) and his life experience (ditto) ahead, in a way that makes his true fans want to follow his every move; it's a virtuosic performance. "To Cupid" ("You make desire seems easy./ So it is:/ Your service perfect freedom to enjoy/ Fresh limitations.") isn't just one of the best poems Gunn has ever written, it's one of the best poems ANYBODY has ever written. It incorporates the motif of The Charterhouse of Parma, by Stendhal, who is certainly one of Gunn's most obvious literary fathers. As is Baudelaire: whose richness of romantic diction and sentiment is echoed in the poem, and others. Like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gunn may be be reprimanded in some quarters for not becoming a clever and ironic realist. But that's not what we want from either one of them; they're more likable, and perhaps wiser, than that. With "Duncan"--a poem dedicated to his late friend, the excellent American poet Robert Duncan, Gunn proves once again both his own need for truthfulness, and his appreciation of the habits and affections of others. (H.D., a poet Gunn formerly trashed--I think, unfairly--in an essay on women poets makes a startling guest appearance in the poem.) "A Home" is one of the most heartbreaking poems Gunn has ever written; it's marvellous. ("Raised, he said, not at home but in a Home...Between the boys/ Contact, not loose, not free, consisting mainly/ In the wrestling down of slave by slave. Call this/ The economy of bruises: threats of worse/ Pin you in place, for more convenient handling./ And nothing occurs casually but dirt.") The "Troubadour" cycle, which is subtitled "songs for Jeffrey Dahmer," is bound to turn many heads, or even disgust listeners. But I think the poems are well done (especially the first and second to last) and Gunn is trying to be honest here too: to admit what happens when one's desire becomes too strong, and you cannot let go of the beloved--in tragic and comic proportions. Also highly noteworthy are the connected poems "In The Post Office" and "Postscript: The Panel" which are, I believe, about the same Charlie Hinkle who is honored, as a victim of AIDS and as a poet, in Gunn's famous last volume. I like these two poems even better than the really exceptional former work. I feel the subject is brought more to life; we can almost see and touch him as the remarkable person he must have been. And that was his dying request, if I understand it right. I won't ever forget the lines: "I hadn't felt it roused, to tell the truth,/ In several years, that old man's greed for youth,/ Like Pelias's that boiled him to a soup,/ Not since I'd had the sense to cover up/ My own particular seething can of worms,/ And settle for a friendship on your terms." Or, "If only I could do whatever he did,/ With him or as a part of him, if I/ Could creep into his armpit like a fly,/ Or like a crab cling to his golden crotch,/ Instead of having to stand back and watch." And especially: "I thought that we had shared you more or less,/ As if we shared what no one might possess,/ Since in a net we sought to hold the wind." I haven't yet mentioned Gunn's religious poetry--which was a surprise to me! A pleasant one. Since he brings all of his intelligence and passionate feeling to bear on that subject as well. And it turns out to be not very far away from the rest of the book, what he's telling us, in the "Dancing David" poems, most of all. I also love "Arethusa Raped" (after Shelley), "Famous Friends" and "The little cousin dashed in" and "Save the word"--all featured in the wonderful middle section of the collection, entitled GOSSIP. "In Trust" and "A Wood near Athens" are absolutely superb. Will Boss Cupid receive as much praise and notoriety as Ted Hughes' last collection Birthday Letters and Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf? Well, it should. Gunn has done truly exceptional and lasting work, and he deserves the credit for it. I think he's the greatest living poet in the world and he's never been better than this. That's something to feel grateful for, at least.

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Summary: the right mix of polish and rough
Review: I was quite impressed with this collection. The emotional range is wide and passionate. The poet is able to achieve just the right level of verbal prowess without sacrificing the rough urgency his content requires. Very nice.

Rating:
Summary: the right mix of polish and rough
Review: I was quite impressed with this collection. The emotional range is wide and passionate. The poet is able to achieve just the right level of verbal prowess without sacrificing the rough urgency his content requires. Very nice.

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Summary: Not a Poet!
Review: I'm not a poet, I just enjoy and love reading poetry. Thiswas my first time reading Thom Gunn's poetry, and I was reallyimpressed by his new book of poetry, "Boss Cupid." This is also the first book of poetry I have read right through to the end in one setting, and then re-read most of them again. That's how much I enjoyed Mr. Gunn's poems.

The book is divided into 3 sections of different subject matter. I enjoyed the second section, "Gossip" the most. There are a lot of poems about nights in bars, poems about bartenders, lovers, and other gay friends, and experiences. The poem, "Letters from Manhattan" is an interesting poem about his friend and that friends sexual affairs with young men in outdoor settings in Manhattan. In "American Boy" he talks about hating older men who bothered him when he was young, but now that his is old himself, he's attracted to younger men, and their love sustains him and gives him enlightenment in his old age. And then there are many other poems covering a wide range of subjects from King David to Jeffrey Dahmer.

If you enjoy poetry that's intelligent, easy to read and understand, and full of gay experiences you can relate to, and other life experiences, you will truly enjoy this book. Now that I am a fan of Thom Gunn, I can't wait to read his "Collected Poems" (1994) edition. This book is highly recommended. END

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Summary: The Cupid of Desire
Review: In Boss Cupid Thom Gunn takes on the forms of desire. He encompases desire from every angle possible. From how an older poet reaching out towards a younger poet wants so much create a mythic scene, as in the opening poem "Duncan," or the desire found in seeing someone who looks like an old flame. Gunn finds desire in every turn of our lives...even what many consider the undesirable. But as the poet reveals in "Front Bar of the Lone Star"..."eventually everyone can hope for a turn at being wanted," he can cut a harsher image of desire. Like in the poem The Gas-poker" in which a mother so strongly desires death, she meticulously carries out her suicide while her child play just beyond the door. Boss Cupid finds Gunn navigating a world of desire with the finesse only a poet of his talent and experience can muster.

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Summary: Adventurous
Review: Thom Gunn's poetry is marvelously crafted and filled with intriguing imagery. His series of poems about Jeffrey Dahmer is rather thought-provoking. For me, his poetry doesn't have an emotional impact, but rather a mental one. I prefer fiery poems, that rattle my brain and shake my worldview. Gunn achieves that in some poems, but not all in this collection. I can see why he's highly acclaimed, though. It's just not my taste.