[Review] Playful Song Called Beautiful

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Title: Playful Song Called Beautiful

Author: John Blair

Genre: Poetry

Publishing: April 1, 2016

Source: Copy provided by NetGalley

Quicklinks: Amazon | Goodreads

Playful Song Called Beautiful ranges far into the intersections of faith and scientific thought, places where “there is no stranger who is / stranger than you, no / familiar who’s more / familiar.” In poems that are either formally rhymed and metered or written in syllabically structured three-line stanzas, Blair wanders among universal orders and failures of desire, where the unlikeliness of any of us being who we are, what we are, where we are forces us to consider—and reconsider—the possibilities of belief and meaning. Blair’s poems are elegant and earthy, sometimes profane, and sometimes lovingly playful.

From the invisible landscape of elementary particles to Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe’s love of the smell of rotten apples, Blair’s poems direct us through a “great wide world that is / ours and never ours” and somewhere among the rolling tercets, the transcendent becomes not only possible, but entirely inevitable.
I'm not a poet nor a poetry enthusiast or whatever. With that said, this was okay. Maybe it's just me, but I didn't really understand a whole majority of the poems, and when I thought I was finally understanding, things got complicated and confused me once more. Maybe my lack of understanding is because I don't read enough poetry to get it. I don't know.

From what I read, the cover and the title seem "out of place" because what was written seems far more (I don't want to say morbid) darker(?). There was a lot of cursing and dark descriptions of things that seemed more Edgar Allan Poe-ish than something that would match the title and the cover. Perhaps that's because I didn't understand it and maybe there's some beautiful underlying meaning beneath it all.

Personally, it's not for me. I like dark poetry as much as I like poems about nature and less... *sigh* dark stuff. I like poems that make me think, but when I'm confused while I read poetry and try my hardest to find a meaning (and can't), I end up giving up trying to find the meaning and read it without thought or emotion. It may not be for me, but maybe others will like it?

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