Tuesday, August 28, 2007
"With Marcus McCann's poems I have more of a sense of why. I can feel the rompiness, feel my sense of tension of expectation, the shift away, feel the energy of performance. I can look at the title and say, the portmanteau of Heterosexual and Skeptical and the breakdown of the word into eros kept just zings in so many directions. I can read lines like "That buddy was a husky punk, so much skin – // buddy, that badunkadunk tongue was a thrum sucker," and I can hear the titter of laughter at the sound plays and see how the constraints to vowels that Christian Bok got so much attention for in eunoia and the music click of coming from Twista or the Trace Adkins' badonkadonk hit mashed in there."