 86 pages Andrew Weatherhead’s tasty, bite size poems capture the flavor of contemporary life in a way most poetry doesn’t. I can’t think of anyone else who could make a poem about a four hour wait ‘On Hold with NBA League Pass Customer Support’ so thoroughly entertaining. His voice deftly balances breezy with barbed. This is a poetry for a world where “You can’t trust the leaders/ And you can’t trust the followers” – and where, “Art beats Nature, every time.”
Deft and giddy. Like light through a prism, Fudge renders life in splintering color. I wish I had a pair of glasses that outlines the details that Andrew Weatherhead sees. Uncannily potent for how restrained. My favorite working poet. Here are poems of dailiness, poems as dalliance, poems to remind you of the ways you’re waiting without claiming to be or even know that thing you’re waiting for. They’re perfect. Hey, what is attention? In Andrew Weatherhead’s work, attention blows the whistle on its own habit of gerrymandering what does and doesn’t escape notice. Attention might be able to attend to its own absence, might see its own shadow, and a lot of unreclaimed human truth blunders through in moments of distraction, boredom, clumsiness of mind. The poor customer service might actually be coming from inside the house! And for me, “Last Poem” might as well be everyone’s. Give it (this terse, funny, stupid, stupid-brilliant work) a go! BOOKS | COLLAGES | STORE
Andrew Weatherhead is a writer and artist based in Glens Falls, NY. He is the author of four poetry collections -- Fudge, $50,000, TODD, and Cats and Dogs. Weblog (June 2020 - present)CONTACT weeatherhead [at] gmail [dot] com |