B.L.'s Drive-Bys: A Micro-Review by B.L. Kennedy:
Last Call
by SLiC
slicpoetry.blogspot.com
14 pp, $2
Last Call is a fine collection of poems; small, but unique in their own way. The author, SLiC, has more or less just recently exploded on the Sacramento poetry scene and he seems to have become an overnight sensation, with boadsides at The Book Collector, poetry appearing in theRattlesnake Review, Poetry Now, Medusa’s Kitchen, Brevities,and WTF. The poet likes to think that his style is unique in its blend of influences such as Walt Whitman, Bob Dylan, Charles Bukowski, and Tom Waits. Deeply human, lyrical, and moving, SLiC plays his poetry as close to the heart as a good poker player plays his hand. But I have to ask this: beneath all this influence, beneath all these “American styles”, where exactly is the poet called SLiC? Anybody can imitate the long lines of Walt Whitman or Allen Ginsberg or the faucet-dripping images of Charles Bukowski, or even the lyrical melodies of Tom Waits, but that is all just "influential". What I am looking for is the truth behind the poet’s voice. So yeah, I recommend this chapbook, but understand that it's not the be-all end-all that its author thinks it is. It is just the beginning of a journey in search of the road’s end.
—B.L. Kennedy, Interviewer-in-Residence
pulled from: Medusa's Kitchen
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