Some reviews of my book:
His poetry will
go on being read and studied for years to come. From his pillowcases with
magical powers, the consequences of a man coming home five minutes too late, or
a Marine platoon in Vietnam making a left turn instead of turning right. The
poems build upon one another with lines of creation, then of destruction. Then
start all over again with the next poem and the next line. It will wear you
down. An overwhelming presence here. And while you are reading, starvation
seems inevitable. Survival unsure.
An emotional rollercoaster. Soon to be a cult classic.
Kristina Betts, Lapel Review
It made me blow the dust off
my copy of Orwell’s 1984. An amazing compilation.
Susan Hampton, Edgewood
Journal
I fully
agree with Bukowski Lover's concise review. John Hulse does, indeed evoke the
wordplay of the Late CB, but he brings an honesty and openness way to beautiful
and fragile, so that you'll weep every time that pure sweetness meets the mean
streets of this Reality we all share. He'll make you yearn for its Deliverance,
and then, suddenly, you'll know what you must do to save it. ... and you're not
alone... even if you feel like it. Hulse evokes here a sort of Matthew 5: 1-12
Beatitudes for our times, through deep-diving, immersive views into the world
of Empathy and Mercy, and Compassion that are spell-binding in their
simplicity.
This
book should be included in the "Welcome to Humanity" Packets for all
newcomers. John Hulse is a true Master of the Word,
and most tender of Champions for the Human Condition.
Mr. Hulse displays a
mastery of the foibles of humanity—specifically men. He’s got a sharp wit, a
fresh an interesting take on relationships, and isn’t afraid to push the
envelope with his content. His bio discusses his world travels and myriad life
experiences, and this reader can’t help but notice how his past very obviously
affects his work. It appears to be an organic evolution, because growth in
technique, word selection, and image creation is evident throughout. A
thoroughly entertaining jaunt through the mind of a man who is without doubt as
interesting as his work.
Whenever I’ve had the
opportunity to read Mr. Hulse’s work, I am always struck by the mix of brutal
honesty and humorous social commentary. He hasn’t failed to impress with this
latest release. His jabs at the evil of corporate America, his insights into
the dichotomous nature of public America, and his humble and hilarious comments
on his personal life never disappoint. His raison d’être is poetry, and this
dedication is obvious. With the loss of so many great poets in the last 10 or
15 years, I am glad another voice is there to contribute to the art.
