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Jigsaw Gary Catalano

Jigsaw is something I found at the Strand recently. Hmmm. I like some of what I've read. A little Simic-y, a little Tate-y. He's Australian, so I think some of the music is lost on my American ear. But some of this stuff is pretty fucking good...

Image

What I looked once more
that fish I'd seen
gasping on the shore
of a poisoned sea

turned out to be
just a pair of scissors
lying on the floor
at the foot of my chair.

I dig the image a lot. However, the last two lines are a little too cute... The only thing that's irritated me thus far is the endings of the poems... Sometimes he goes for the cheap trick... Like this:

The Gift of Happiness

He possessed the gift of happiness. One day while passing a doorway he bent down to tie up a loose shoelace. As he did so someone tapped him on the shoulder, yet when he turned round there was no one there. But happiness--and I mean happiness--has descended on him. His spirits instantly lightened as he marched blissfully forward, secure in the knowledge that he could not endure the pain of a shoelace whipping against his ankle or the pointed gaze of the passers-by. But what, you may ask, caused them to stare? The fact that he wore nothing but shoes? Or the fact that one of his shoelaces was loose?

See what I mean? The ending sucks. Too easy. Too ha-ha. But I love the interjection, "and I mean happiness."
On the whole, I'd give the book a 6. It didn't suck, not at all. It's very plain and clear, which is something I've come to cherish over the past couple of years. He's an art critic, so there's some stuff about painters. I didn't mind this one:

The postcard

It was great to get that card
which told us all about
your pad at Cap d' Antibes

but I can't go overboard
about your taste: Monet's okay
but if you insist

that a picture should contain
an expanse of smooth
or reasonably calm water

I guess you'd get far more
out of someone
like Daubigny

who, being minor,
doesn't bore one stiff
with his perfect eye.

On the whole. I'd say. Don't read this. Not worth it. It's nice. It's quick. But I wouldn't pay money for it again.
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Mad Love
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Libra
Beloved
100 Years of Solitude
Maddona anno domini
Oscar Wilde
Glass, Irony, and God
The Waves
Plainwater
Lolita
Selected Poems/Strand
Strike Anywhere
The Probable World
Eros
Hopscotch
This Side of Paradise
Men in the Off Hours
Autobiography in Red
The Beauty of the Husband
Artaud (ed. Sontag)
Camera Lucida
Small Boat
Radiation
Emily L.
Milosz (Selected Poems)
Kafka (Selected Stories)
Simic (Selected Poems)
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Sappho
Love in a Time of Cholera
 
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Jigsaw
So There
Isadora Speaks
The Ladies' Paradise
Ecotopia

 
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