|Title||:||Inside the Blood Factory|
|Number of Pages||:||96|
Inside the Blood Factory Reviews
Wow. I confess, I have never really taken Diane Wakoski's poetry very seriously. Perhaps this is because the anthologies in which I read it reduced her work to a few of the mournful poems about her father/family conflicts, or pieces that seem vaguely political in nature.This book is full of creativity and heart. Its unbridled forms run wild and free over the page, reminding me of both the sincerity of ordinary conversation and the harsh, statement oriented world of a spoken word performace. I th [...]
I had the great fortune to study with Ms. Wakoski as a poetry student at Simon's Rock College, MA. She was a visiting poet to Robert Hahn's class and I was changed forever by her perspective, her intelligence and her talent. I own almost every one of her books and love them all, equally. In 2011, I saw her read at the Beyond Baroque Gallery in Venice, CA. I brought all her books with me and she signed her newest collection, The Diamond Dog while we had a brief but fun chat about her time with us [...]
This was a huge disappointment. I have had this book on my shelf for as long as I can remember (I have no idea where it came from.) It's a cool looking edition from 1968, yellowing pages, smells great, like an old book should. So, I finally got around to reading it, and I was excited about it especially after finding out that Wakoski lived with La Monte Young in New York in the 1960's. Unfortunately, there was almost nothing gripping about these poems. They were structurally boring, almost slopp [...]
This is probably the first poetry book that really changed me as a person. I received it from an aunt who knew I had an interest in poetry and I just devoured every gorgeous syllable. Beauty and pain and lonliness but not without hope. It's hard to describe but infinitely wonderful.
maybe i'm just in love with her, but another good one. not as good as motorcycle betrayal poems, but still good.
My first beat poet. Reads like a jazz club open mic satire?Is it your blood I carry in a test tube,my arm,to let fall, crack, and spill on the sidewalk
My third & final read for national poetry month.
I loved this book particularly its tone and use of memoir. It even has a series of poems dedicate to the Tarot Cool!