Poems about not being enough
100 Poems Are Not Enough by Walking BookFairsMy first reaction when I saw the cover of this book was of awe. How many leaves are there? And do any of them match? Are no two alike? What an absolutely inspired way of encasing a collection of poems. A hundred leaves of poems? A hundred pages? None alike?
And, when I finished reading these, I thought: yes, though some do bear a resemblance to others, no two poems are exactly alike. Not in subject matter, not in style. There is a poem here on a woman trapped inside a man’s body. Another poem about the script, Ol Chiki. There are poems about war, about nature, about dreams, about a dead and much-loved daughter. There are lots of poems about love, from the bitterness towards a lover who betrayed, to memories of a long-lost love, to love for oneself.
It’s often difficult to rate a collection of writings by different authors (and in this case, some writings which are translated), because there’s bound to be a fair bit of variation in the work. Some works will be outshone by others. 100 Poems Are Not Enough is no exception. Some of these poems were brilliant: brilliantly written, evocative, hard-hitting, insightful, whatever their purpose. My favourites here included Here Again; Da Vinci of the Winds; Rainbows Faded, and Still Unchased; Half a Woman; War; Making Love; I Used to Have Hope and Crazy Dreams; Gas Chamber; The Difficulty of Childhood; Mr Stranger; Hairouna; Waiting and Style.
Sadly, several of the other poems, while not being bad poetry, are marred by ungrammatical language (does poetic license extend to ignoring all rules of grammar?) There were some poems here I cringed through, wondering why it seemed as if even the poet hadn’t bothered to look at their poem again after writing it, let alone an editor reading through the work…
But. But the majority of the poems here I liked a lot, so that’s how I’ll rate this.
Not Good Enough
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