Best of Write From Wrong: Reviews
“I really enjoyed the review of the legendary Bruce’s latest endeavor because the piece was not afraid to acknowledge Bruce for what he is. My favorite line was, ‘Springsteen has always been a working class troubadour (at times without merit) while gracefully straddling the line between classic and cheesy.’ Well said” – Courtney McNamara, Spotlight Editor
“Poetry is not my passion, but after reading this review, I actually wanted to pick up this collection. Keith does a great job writing about the complexity and powerful nature of these poems on race, yet the review remained unbiased.” – Courtney McNamara, Spotlight Editor
[Of all the rock n’ roll elder statesmen, Bruce Springsteen is certainly the least complacent. Whether it be the sparse folk genius of Nebraska or the radio-friendly arena rock of Born in the USA, Springsteen has always been a working class troubadour (at times without merit) while gracefully straddling the line between classic and cheesy.
So before I threw on his most recent effort, I removed all those preconceptions (both good and bad) from my Boss memory, in order to attack its complexities with a clear head. After it was over, I came to two concrete conclusions: It wasn’t Nebraska (my favorite Springsteen album) and it wasn’t Born in the USA (my least favorite Springsteen album).] – by Taylor DeBoer
[Through one hundred and seventy five pages of verse, Thomas Sayers Ellis’ Skin, Inc.: Identity Repair Poems is if anything ambitious. Ellis has written his poetic manifesto on race from James Brown, President Barack Obama and Michael Jackson.
Indeed, the collection is divided into theme-based sections. Spanning nine pages, one of the first poems is titled “Spike Lee at Harvard.” When Poetry’s David Orr reviewed Skin, Inc., he asserted that “a writer this good ought not spend his time peeling potatoes this small.” However, such a question as “Should we / separate the black poets / to make it easier / for customers to find / African American work?” is a nuanced one. While Ellis begins to spin his wheels towards the end, the poem should not be simply regarded as “small potatoes.”] – by Keith Gaboury