​Purchased: Porter Square Books

Recommended By: Picked it up because I liked the cover, and I flipped through it and enjoyed every poem I read.

Pages Of Poetry: 55

Recommended For: People who love conversations with friends where they use plain language to tell you unexpected stories that make you smile, laugh, or nod your head. Anyone who enjoys a book where they think "I would totally go to lunch with that writer and just listen to them talk for hours."

It's been a while since I picked up
a book at random
in the poetry section of a bookstore and thought
This is perfect. Usually,
one of the first two poems wrinkles
my nose. And sometimes this reaction
is wrong. I have to confess
the first time I flipped through Claudia Rankine's
Citizen, I thought this is too ziney
for me. It just doesn't connect with me.
We all make mistakes in bookstores.
How glad I am that this was not one of them.

Shapero had me locked in at 
​My Hair Is My Thing and then never
let go. "Last week I read a novel about a man
so awful that when he died I wept
because it was fiction." devestated me
in precisely the right ways. Then the death,
the funeral, the parade, the tattoo, the burial. All
of this perfect storytelling.

I liked all the titles AND what stared up from them.
I liked where the white space fell.
How every first line was the continuation of a story
I had been waiting years to hear. The subject
doesn't matter. I was always looking at the page
wondering And then? Sure that I'd be nodding along
​mmmmhmmming with the resolution, ready for the next story.

1. The Suggested Face For Sorry. What hasn't killed you that should have? Running across a highway, fifty years of smoking, tripping on a diving board and falling into a pool where there was no one to save you from drowning? Did it make you feel lucky? Stupid? Immortal? If someone witnessed it, what did/would they think? How did it change you, if it changed you at all?

2. Five By Seven. When you walk into someone's house, or a hotel room, or a classroom for the first time, what's the sort of thing that would prejudice you against the person who decorated it?  What does an Eat, Pray, Love pillow, or a painting of themself hanging out with Jesus, or a gold-framed poster from "Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me" tell you about the person who inhabits the room? Why does it make you want to leave?

3. Weekend. What household chore do you totally not mind doing? Imagine (or remember, if it's a thing that actually happened to you) a conversation with a neighbor or a relative about that chore. Now let the conversation drift to where they tell you something that should probably make you uncomfortable but instead makes you laugh with them. What kind of people are you?

4. Other Things, If Not More Urgent Things. Write yourself a litany. Begin with a series of How To book titles that you wish existed, and then let the list wander away from How To books to other things you wish you had in your personal library. Then leave the library behind, and allow the list to recommend places to travel. See where the lists will take you.

5. Home, Followed by Tall Buildings. Begin the poem with the ghost line: 
"Why do I have to remember the whole
of the trauma"

I've read this book a few times since I've purchased it. I've read selections from it during the Saturday Night Themed Poetry Exchange, I've used it for prompts, I go back and read selections from this book after I accidentally read a poetry book that doesn't sit well with me. Just a poem or two from Popular Longing, and I remember what I love about poetry.

Where You Can Buy This Book: Copper Canyon Press

What You Should Read After:
Jennifer L Knox's Crushing It
Adrian Matejka's Somebody Else Sold The World
Richard Siken's War Of The Foxes
Megan Fernandes's Good Boys
Matt Cook's In The Small Of My Backyard

Purchased: Ecco Books website

Recommended By: Netgalley

Pages Of Poetry: 83

Recommended For: readers looking for someone doing something different with often confessional and political poetry. Fans of inventive formatting where pages don't look uniform. People who want strong feminist poems that challenge them rather than just sloganeering. People who want to learn things without feeling like the author is merely trying to educate them.

En vogue right now are manuscripts focused
on a single subject. One long poem or a series
of indistinguishable poems on the same subject.

There have been some excellent examples of
this conceit: Terrance Hayes's "American Sonnets
For My Past And Future Assassins", Nandi Comer's
"Tapping Out", and Tommy Pico's "Nature Poem"
come immediately to mind. And they linger there.

This book shatters that formula while still being
a sharp, focused collection of related poems.

There are those who see the term feminism as
a red flag because they are misogynist monsters.
There are others who believe themselves enlightened
allys who nonetheless profess they don't like to
read feminist manuscripts because they're too
(and here they say didactic, or political, or divisive,
or boring) because they don't recognise feminist
poems unless those poems are just the word feminist
over and over again. Those people will probably balk
at "That-which-must-not-be-named". Their loss.

But feminism reverberates in a story about a mother
​led to do the unthinkable in "Mathemetician", the 
​Tweetpoem, "@mAnsPlainA", and really every poem.

There is also a lot of god in every nook of this collection.
That's often when I start skimming pages. I dislike
                                                                                         preaching
and reading about an author trying to come to terms
with their spirituality. Neither of those things happen
here. In this collection, god is a character. Someone the
author is talking to and about with the same reverence
one might write about a close family member.

And, yes, of course, like every poetry collection in the
21st century, trauma is here and present and examined
and spoken to and about. Sometimes in plain language
trauma. But the author is not asking for your pity or
even your awareness of their trauma. They are wondering
how their trauma affects those around them. The "I"
in every one of these poems is invested in how they are
affecting other people. It's not about their stories as much
as how their stories echo around them. It's refreshing.

But I am off subject. What I love most about this book
is how it breaks traditional formatting in several poems
but never feels like that is a gimmick. These are not
centered for the sake of being centered poems. No
waterfall tercets just because the poet thinks they look
pretty. Any poem that is not left justified, top justified
stanzas feels like there is a purpose to its shape, its
position on the page. Never does it feel like a distraction.

1. Shoot. Write a two page script. No dialogue. What is on the stage? How do the performers physically interact with their surroundings? What is this play trying to say with its muteness?

2. Ordinary Speak. Use a medical document or official paper and ever so slightly tweak its language into a poem.

3. A Good Day For Redemption. Epistolary poems can soothe. Write a letter to yourself in the past. Help them through a situation that was complicated for you. Let the know of the joy and the difficulty of their future.

4. Mathematician. Let me start by offering, as I often do, the caveat that you should never be appropriative of a culture that is not yours, no matter how easily you imagine you could fit in that culture's shoes. Find a news story about someone from where you are from. Someone who maybe looks/looked a bit like you. Someone who did something you can not imagine yourself doing. Explain their actions without casting negative judgment. Allow their story to be released into a world with more empathy than the one we currently inhabit.

5. Sum. Write yourself an aphorism (a terse saying embodying a general truth, or astute observation, as “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely” --Lord Acton.) that you've never encountered before but with to see out in the world.

6. Our Utopias Are Different. Begin your poem with the following ghost line: 
How fucked up is it that your utopia is my hell
And my utopia is the reality you want to escape from

I, originally, received this book as a PDF from NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review. As soon as I finished it, I went online and ordered a physical copy of it. I chose it as the first book to recommend for a writing workshop I participate in. I've read it three times in the month and a half it's been available. I'm sure I'll be reading it again before the end of the year. It's definitely the sort of book you could build a lesson plan around.

Where You Can Buy This Book: Copper Dog Books 

What You Should Read After: 
Safia Elhillo's The January Children
Warsan Shire's Bless The Daughter Raised By A Voice In Her Head
Nandi Comer's Tapping Out
Justin Chin's Harmless Medicine
Porsha Olayiwola's  I Shimmer Sometimes, Too

Purchased:  Harvard Book Store, 2018.

​Recommended By: Seeing Chen Chen feature at The Boston Poetry Slam at The Cantab Lounge . So, technically, recommended by Cantab Booking Guru, Cassandra DeAlba.

Pages Of Poetry: 73

Recommended For: Anyone looking for confessional poems that go deeper than just the narrator's experience. Chen Chen is really talented at using specificic, very personal stories to evoke ... I don't want to say empathy, it's deeper than that ... a shared experience in readers/audiences, even if the reader/listener hasn't had precisely the same experience, there is an overwhelming I Know That feeling, whether it's pain, joy, frustration, or some more complicated emotion.

A couple of weeks ago . I read about yet another old . white . academic nobody . going after a younger . not white poet . for not being A Real Poet . for not writing American Poetry . and I went to my bookshelf to see how someone could be so completely wrong . about a person . about an art form

I don't know what's more . American . than Chen Chen's book . When I Grow Up I Want To Be A List Of Further Possibilities . A set of mainly confessional free verse . about trying to fit in . What the fuck . is more American than this experience ? Being torn down for the trivial differences . in a narrative about feeling like one doesn't belong . anywhere . Isn't this exactly The America we are all living in . in the twenty-first century ? Trying to just be a human . a self . while a bunch of almost always old  . almost always white . almost always people . try and tell you that your experience isn't as important . as the Friends reruns they imagine their life was . or whatever fake ass housewives of  a terrible city is currently playing on cable . which only Boomers are still watching . at this point . But even those shows are mostly about trying to fit in . right ? Why else bother ? 

I don't want to die . But I'm afraid of being old . and white . at the same time . I was young and white once . It wasn't my best look . I said some bullshit . when trying to say the right things . So sometimes when I was saying the right things . people still heard the bullshit

I find no bullshit in Chen Chen's writing . because I get no sense that Chen Chen is trying to convince me of anything . There is no You Folks Won't Believe What  Happened To Me  . There is only what happened . You . the reader . do the work of taking meaning from the experiences . but it doesn't feel like work

Chen Chen's poetry isn't homework reading . isn't . let me take my ritalin so I can get through this . poetry . It is a book you want to read in chunks . and put down for a while . and pick it back up . knowing you won't have to struggle to get back into the collection . you'll always want more . You'll wish the book was longer

1. For I Will Do/Undo What Was Done/Undone To Me. If there were ever a time to be nationalist, it's not right now. Not just in America, but anywhere. Now is not a time for flags and propoganda. It is a time for compassion and surviving, and helping others survive. What, besides a nation, would you pledge your allegiance to? It can be an idea, a landmark, an institution, your job, a food. Not a person. A dog would be fine. A cat or a lizard. A deer or a goldfish. Feral or domesticated. Not a person, though. People are as trustworthy as nations.

2. In This Economy. Start your poem by writing a personal ad for something other than romance. A job, a roommate, a set of bookshelves, then start to digress from the personals format until you are just focused on why you want this thing, and how you hope to achieve it. Let the poem go so wide afield of the original concept that you can theoretically go back and cut out the personal ad aspect and still have an amazing poem.

3. Night Falls Like A Button. Tell your readers about your sleeping habit using as many images, and as few emotional adverbs and adjectives as possible.

4. Things Stuck In Other Things Where They Don't Belong.  Find a picture of a friend or relative in an unusual place for them, doing something out of character. Talk about why it is out of character for them. Then put yourself somewhere in the picture. Do you make sense there? Why or why not?

5. Chapter VIII. One time, my current boyfriend destroyed me in Scrabble, partially because he played the word "faggot" on a triple word score. We don't play Scrabble anymore. Start a poem with a story about playing a board game or a video game, something where an argument occured. How was it resolved? If it was.

I've read this book at least three times through since I bought it in 2018. I'll definitely be reading it again. It's another book that I would feel equally comfortable giving to someone who's just getting into poetry, or to someone who's been immersed in a spoken word or an academic poetry community. There's a lot to each of these poems but it doesn't feel like work to comprehend or understand them. It's engaging, honest, and never feels like it's asking you for anything. 


Where you can buy this book: Brookline Booksmith

What Should You Read After:

Ocean Vuong's Night Sky With Exit Wounds
Paul Guest's My Index Of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge
Shira Erlichman's Ode To Lithium
Erika Meitner's Copia
Sharon Olds's Satan Says 

I don't know why I bought this . I don't know how I found it . The internet is too large a bookstore for casual cover browsing . My attention span sweats to oldies . The tracking is blurring my recall . Happy accident of editing . This book . My eyes. I'm not trying to lose poetic pounds . I'm weight training. Building up my bookshelf with new ideas . More modern stories . Living writers . Writers who move . to . unfamiliar rhythms . Don't care about the flowers . that remind you of your mother's . death . Don't want your inspirational . platitudes about the moon . Give me the racial implications . of a video based exercise form . A hundred pages about how the moon came . to earth . to devour your mother . and how this is like . late stage capitalism . Okay ?

1. What is nobody writing about? Including you? We all get used to falling into patterns: love poems, political rants, surrealist monologues. Cool. Cool. Cool. But what is a subject you've never encountered? It's tough to come up with, isn't it? Lose yourself fown a Wiki-Wormhole, or randomly click on suggested Youtube videos until you find something intriguing that you've never thought about for. See how many topics, and how many ideas you can get out of that one thing that falls out of your expertise. Now draw it into your expertise. You don't have to become the foremost academic scholar on the subject but learn enough on that very specific subject that you can craft multiple poems about things you care about. Let your old ideas and themes be the delicious crushed cookies accentuating the flavor of this new topic's vanilla ice cream.

2. When I was a kid, my mother took me with her when she worked out. Some gyms had arcades, some had small room in place of daycares where kids watched Godzilla movies while their parents lifted weights, and some didn't offer any entertainment, so there you were, six years old, watching your mom with some sort of giant rubber belt around her, supposedly being sanded thinner. What weird thing have you been forced to watch your parents or peers do that didn't in any way traumatize you, just made you wonder about the sanity or well-being of the person performing the action?

3. The way Ojeda-Sague weaves their own relation with race into an ongoing commentary about the history of jazzercise is seamless. And really the inspiration for the first prompt. But going slightly smaller scale, write something about your culture using something seemingly non-anologous. The usual rule applies here, if you're a Cis-White Dude, don't define yourself as a Cis-White Dude, write about your culture as a sports fan, a carpenter, a rubber duck collector. I've yet to hear a Cis-White Dude use their whiteness and/or straightness as a poetic focal point and not fall directly into Offensive And Yet Somehow Boring. Don't be that dude.

4. Going back to the first prompt. What's a good  soundtrack or playlist for this topic. Is it eclectic? Is the whole subject alt-country or trap? Does it glide from industrial house music to ambient jazz? Why?

5.  
Just     fuck
with   your
traditional
formatting.
Just  to   see
what happens.

I never knew where this book was taking me. From block stanza to block stanza, page to page, phrase to phrase, this book was an adventure. Because I initially read it as part of the Sealey Poetry Challenge (reading thirty-one poetry collections during the month of August), I didn't get enough time to sit with it. It was the first book I went back to reread when the challenge was over. And I've read it once again since then. There are books that have been on my shelves for years that I haven't finished reading once.

If you're too frightened to buy it, at least request it from your library.

Where you can buy this book: The author's website.

What Should You Read After:

Tyehimba Jess's Olio
Tommy Pico's Nature Poem
Dante Micheaux's Circus
Melissa Lozado-Oliva's Peluda
Patricia Lockwood's Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals

Purchased: Harvard Bookstore, 2016

Recommended By: Having seen Hanif perform for several years, and having purchased a few of his chapbooks, I was delighted to have a spined book of his in my  collection.

Pages of poetry: 102

Recommended For: Anyone. But, particularly, your prejudiced family member or acquaintance who loves music and will be surprised to find themselves reading and enjoying something that includes Writing From The Perspective Of Otherness.

You've got words you like . and words you fear . and words you cradle . even when they cut you . You've got desire and rhythm . and all the shit you're supposed to covet . and it all fits in your leaky hands . Poetry . Essay . Memoir . Some things are all things . in cropped paragraphs . And i remember

Hanif . near but not . at the end of his set . leaving the stage to wander towards the bar . inviting the whole audience to . follow him to the darkest . stankiest pit of the dive . Me leaning against the sink . as I scrubbed what was never the last . set of glasses in the sink . and he read something . leaning over the audience . who'd left their chairs behind .

huddled around the fire exit . It  doesn't matter which . words he spoke . at that particular time . There was only Hanifness . heavy . making you forget the smell of piss and rat . oozing from the ungendered restrooms . Hanifness . smiling without smiling . ease without simplicity . a story

you experienced as much as heard . And the text in this book does that . too . A friend and I were trying to launch a pop up restaurant concept . menus based on pop culture and literature . and . of course Hanif was the first person I asked to perform . And nobody came . Just me . Hanif . My business partner . The couple who provided the venue . Hanif's partner . 

No one else . Milkshakes and I don't remember . what food . Hanif gave us a thirty minute set . like we were a stadium full . of fans . because we . the five of us . were . When you read this book . you are a stadium full of fans . and also . the only person he's performing to . Every time . 

​you pick up the book

1. On Hunger: Deconstruct a political, religious, or social group using two specific types of animal.

2. At My First Punk Show Ever, 1998: What made you stick out or blend in at the first music show you attended without your parents.

3. In Defense Of "Moist": Take a single unusual or unpopular word and seed it throughout a poem. Try and make the reader either dread or look forward to the word's saturation.

4. When We Were 13, Jeff's Father Left The Needle Down On A Journey Record Before Leaving The House One Morning And Never Coming Back: Tell us about a piece of music that was traumatizing to either you or someone you loved in your youth, and how you/they were either able to overcome that trauma and enjoy it, or how you believe they/you will never overcome it.

5. September, Just East Of The Johnson Park Courts: A ghost line prompt (A ghost line is where you begin a poem with someone else's line/lines, and then remove them from the text so that the work is all your own): another bloody/bar mitzvah  another destitute boy/learning what it is to suffocate/someone with their own gold

6. The Summer A Tribe Called Quest Broke Up: One of the bands you loved when you were young eventually broke up. Maybe it was egos. Maybe tragedy. Maybe death. Maybe it was just a temporary break. Think of another event in your life that feeds into your memory of when you first learned that band wasn't going to be making music together anymore.

I love a manuscript with a solid structure, and that's So Here. There are times you are lulled into thinking that there is no order to these poems. They're just poems. They don't flow logically into another, you think. And then you get to the end of the first section and you realize how this echoes the first poem from the section but now you have a better understanding for what's underneath that poem. He's not repeating himself. This is how he grew from the experience of the first poem, and he's provided you with how that growth took place.  And when you reach the end of the collection, oh, we are deeper in the echo, deeper in the learning.

It's a technique more poets should tangle with.

This is one of the easiest books on my shelves to justify. Excellent work, perfectly structured by a talented writer whose work and personality are easy to fall in love with. 

There are some books that you simply Must read from beginning to end, and it feels like such an amazing accomplishment to experience the book in one sitting. This is not one of those books. You are going to have to put this book down several times. It will remind you of a story you have to tell, or remind you to call a friend you've been neglecting, or go listen to a track by a band you either Already Adore, or which you were unfamiliar with until you came across it in this book, and now Must Acquaint Yourself With.

This is a book you might takes days or weeks to read, and it's Okay. It's going to stick with you. Not hauntingly. You probably won't wake in the night, covered in sweat thinking My God How Did Anyone Survive That Trauma. But you will have a conversation with someone you are unlikely to ever have to exchange holiday gifts with, and you will think This Ignorant Motherfucker Needs To Read Some Hanif Poetry.

There are writers I've met through slam whose work I would consider Introduction To Poetry Books. Their work may not be challenging, but it's successful at speaking to people who might not otherwise enjoy poetry, and if they read that book and like it, you can slowly get them into better poetry. Hanif is one of three or four poets I can think of whose work is complex, and interesting, and well-constructed, but whose books I would still trust to give to someone who's never read poetry before, or else someone who "doesn't like poetry" (probably because of an archaic high school or college professor), and know that they would immediately ask me if I had anything else By Hanif, or Like Hanif's work.

Where you can buy this book: Button Poetry

What Should You Read After:

Eve Ewing's Electric Arches
Scott Woods's Urban Contemporary History Month
John Murillo's Up Jump The Boogie
Phillip B Williams's Thief In The Interior
Terrance Hayes's American Sonnets For My Past And Future Assassins