(This is a book review, but the story I use to introduce it might be of some entertainment value)
There are only a few things I genuinely loathe and hate in this world.
One is split pea soup. No matter how much bacon you put in it, you are not going to get me to drink that 70's carpet green slop.
Two is theater. I do not like theater. I've attended more than several at the behest and begging of women and without fail they merely made me wish I hadn't wasted my life attending.
And the third is poetry.
I remember a long time ago an elderly Jewish friend of mine who would pay me to be his sober cab and I'd chauffeur him around the Twin Cities in the pursuit of younger women and booze. We were reasonably successful because he was charming and had decent game, but his skills unfortunately landed us in, of all things, a....
He had hooked up with some young 20 something liberal arts type girls and they invited us to see them and their colleagues perform at some fleeting shithole some idiot artist tried to make a profitable "art business" out of on 1st Avenue in DT Minneapolis. We walked in and sure enough every imaginable stereotype was confirmed. Women with pits you knew weren't shaved. Men who would lose a fight against the women if there were to be a "Wrestlemania" in the venue. And above all else the poetry.
Oh the poetry.
I'd rather drink the 70's green split pea soup slop.
Nothing intelligent. Nothing insightful. And always, always, always political.
Add to that these 20 somethings (who no doubt were still living off of a subsidy from their parents) waxed poetically in such an arrogant, self-absorbed manner over garbage that would thankfully never be remembered by the world, and it was the biggest waste of time I ever spent trying to chase tail. Never would I ever attend a "poetry slam" again.
Inevitably I couldn't take it anymore because it WAS torturing my brain. So I excused myself, told my elderly Jewish buddy to call me when he needed me to pick him up, and headed to Lee's Liquor Lounge in the hopes of finding an ingot of a babe I may have missed the past 40 times.
Regardless, the point is I HATE poetry. I've never liked it, and I doubt I ever will. So you can imagine my joy when I was asked to review "The End of Ideology" a book by Blair Naso of ROK fame.
I was honest with him saying my time would have to be compensated for reading poetry and that I was not a fan of the genre at all. But still, he agreed and I read through a sampling of the book he sent me. And for split pea soup, it ain't bad.
Naturally if you're like me and DON'T like poetry, this is not the book for you. But if you are more of the artistic nature and DO like poetry, you will certainly want to spend the money on this instead of the cover charge for SJW, leftist, feminist, emo infested poetry slam.
It is written by a young man, and thusly many of the poems will relate to men. His "Online Dating" poem is pretty funny, "Daddy's Little Girl" is hilarious though dark, and I did enjoy the "Story from the Tavern." But there are also some dark and effective poems such as "I Killed a Man Today" the somberness, directness, and lack of emotion I very much appreciated.
Still, not my cup of tea, but if there are any poetry aficionados out there of the male persuasion, I'd strongly recommend Mr. Naso's work.