This is one of the first collections from Mr. Whitehorn and there are some interesting lines inside. His work is the musing of a poet who tries to see and feel everything around him. These poets are often times difficult to live with, because picking up socks and clothes aren’t high on the necessity scale. It made for a good morning read. The poems were short, making it pleasing for the reader. It isn’t a tackled sense of higher despotism but rather a clean attempt at phrasing the real. “I can hear the hum/of electricity/ wires overhead/Crossing every way/long black tentacles/of commerce/A cage/keeping me/ from the sky.” I enjoyed the honesty in the work. One poem is about going into a store to buy a magazine and endign up with one of those “men’s” magazines that isn’t entirely porn but close enough. Dome of the poems can be a bit pompous. Naming any poem Serif (a line in printing or calligraphy finishing off the main strokes of a letter) just didn’t do it for me. Whitehorn is at his best when musing in the apartment. (T. Anders Carson)
Poetry chapbook, $3, 40 pgs, by Jeremy Whitehorn, 37 Ironshield Crescent, Thornhill, ON, L3T 3K7, [email protected]