This is the kind of stuff that makes reading litzines worthwhile. I’ve read so many mediocre same-sounding poems lately that I was on the verge of giving up hope. Then I picked up “Head on the Table” and it was like fresh air after being in the garage with the car running for a couple of weeks. It’s not really fair to compare Goldstein’s poems to all those other ones. His poems really exist in a dimension all their own. Almost every line brings surprises: “What blue-eyed moonface/cunted out a red burn hole/in my chest to wade in.” There’s a gloriously violent juxtaposition of the ordinary and the profane. The first poem in the book starts off: “he had this idea/of what was a new life/he had to make so/he stopped using the fairy brush/because he needed a knife/to cut through the colour.
chapbook 24 pages Publisher: Pop Mo Press Main Creator: Jonathan Goldstein $? 5430 Casgrain Ave. , Montreal, PQ, H2T 1X2