Robert Pinsky, former poet laureate, writes: One pleasure of art comes from how accurately it can convey ambivalence. In a poem, form can have things both ways at once, emotionally: understated and bold, dark and bright, somber and funny, painful and cool, angry and sympathetic.
He cites "Oil & Steel", from Henri Cole's new book, Blackbird and Wolf, which earns a starred review from Publishers Weekly. Here's the poem: My father lived in a dirty-dish mausoleum, watching a portable black-and-white television, reading the Encyclopaedia Britannica, which he preferred to Modern Fiction. One by one, his schnauzers died of liver disease, except the one that guarded his corpse found holding a tumbler of Bushmills. "Dead is dead," he would say, an anti-preacher. I took a plaid shirt from the bedroom closet and some motor oil -- my inheritance. Once, I saw him weep in a courtroom -- neglected, needing nursing -- this man who never showed me much affection but gave me a knack for solitude, which has been mostly useful.
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