Austerity Pleasures : By James Payne By Craven

This book of poetry had its moments. It was usually with the shorter poems. Take, for instance, “A Bedtime Prayer,” which goes like this: “I want to click on/on a link/that will take me/to a place/I don’t/hate.” Then there were times when I had no fucking clue what Payne was shooting for, like the times when he uses the fuck out of parenthesis and punctuation for reasons beyond my comprehension. There was some stuff about how to appropriately read Sartre while eating ice cream. That was okay. Overall, I didn’t get it, but it was still pretty good for poetry. I’m just not the audience for this stuff. –Craven Rock (Monster House Press,