When the poems are better than the book (this is a review of a book by Terrance Hayes, but I once read about Sharon Olds something to the effect of: there is no poet whose poems I like so much and whose books of poetry I dislike so much; but that was more about too much Olds being way too much of a good thing, especially when themes and ideas overrepeat)
Apparently, there is a brontosaurus. Or there might be.
I am confused now. Let’s talk about poetry instead. Here’s an interview with Marilyn Chin.