あらすじ
In many regards, Ken Locke's poetry is old- fashioned, tending to break out in a rash of rhyme at peak moments; and choosing topics---often robustly political, mystical or existential---no longer fashionable. But there is always a freshness in his vision (e.g., goggling up the commonplace like newborns or the yeasty smell between Gods breasts) that is crisply contemporary. His lead poem, 'The Spangled Vines of Late Summer', which deals with the corruption in our institutions, finds Mengele lurking behind our HMO cards (or lack thereof) and finds plagiarism in biotech firms patenting pieces of our DNA. The last and longest poem, 'Jungle ahead, jungle behind', depicts the complex writhing of survivor guilt that continues decades downstream from Viet Nam.
