Recently finished my first little foray into Billy Collins. A musician that I listen to religiously talked about really loving the poetry he wrote, and it piqued my interest – especially since I think Gregory Alan Isakov’s a genius when it comes to modern folk lyrics, and had to see for myself just what kind of poetry he’d be into.
To be fair, he floated his name out there by saying, “I love Billy Collins, even though my writer friends say he’s like the Coldplay of poetry. I love this shit. Give me the hooks, man.”
So I had a bit of a preface. And after reading “Horoscopes For The Dead”, I can definitely see the appeal – I’m just not sure it’s particularly my speed.
Not to say I don’t like the work – he’s got some striking lines in there that make it abundantly clear why he’s touted as one of the most beloved poets in the US. He’s just a little low on the list of poets I’d personally want to read to the point of nausea. My taste in poets has been shifting the more I’ve been reading – hell, even Bukowski is slipping further down that list lately.