Book: ‘The Crown Aint Worth Much,’ by Hanif Willis-Abdurraquib
This past month, this book stayed with me day and night. It accompanied me on train rides, was a comfort at night when insomnia and high pain levels kept me up, and was with me in countless coffee shops. I originally was drawn to Hanif's poetry about a year ago from watching his spoken word performances on YouTube (highly recommended). I haven't come across much poetry like his, so I was excited to read it. And damn if this book didn't leave my head spinning. I loved his stream of conscious, erratic writing style. The collection of poems was haunting, familiar and heartbreaking. Each poem filled with some sort of power. Recognition, nostalgia, grief, empathy, anger, and so - much - truth. I usually speed through poetry collections but this book I had to put down so frequently to give the pieces space to breathe. I'll be reading it again.
My personal favorites:
Ode to Elliott Smith, ending in the first snowfall of 2003 - Page 37
Sheridan Avenue, 2002 - Page 44
On Melting - Page 55
I do not call this "war" - Page 83
What did you think? What was your favorite poem? Did you like his writing style? Get chatting and comment below!