So J2 didn’t dodge the McKuen bullet for long. This collection, a 1960s collection of McKuen’s lyrics, uses the schtick of travelling, as the sections are titled after cities but only sometimes have to do with them. Mostly, though, they deal with lost love and alienation. Not a bad set of topics for poetry.<\/p>\n
The pieces aren’t very image laden, but after the book below<\/a>, this was a bit refreshing.<\/p>\n The book foreshadows some of the self-indulgence and self-consciousness that makes McKuen’s later work lesser, including poems written for people because McKuen wanted to write a poem for someone. That’s a police composite sketch, not a work of art.<\/p>\n Still, one of McKuen’s better works, worthwhile even if it doesn’t put children to sleep.<\/p>\n
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