Reviews for Night Cadre

The average rating for Night Cadre based on 2 reviews is 5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2021-08-30 00:00:00 Jerome Kass I LOVE this book of poems by Robert Hunter! I first read it in the 90�s when I was a little hippie and it broke open my heart and soul. My favorites are Holigomena, Revealed to love alone, Judith of 12 Summers and The way of the ride. Amazing and beautiful.

Review # 2 was written on 2012-06-04 00:00:00 Andres Carciente I love so many poems from Velocities - Spiritual Chickens, Bowlers Anonymous, his Cemetery Nights poems... The list goes on and on. Dobyns writes the most imaginative poetry. Each poem in Velocities completely submerges the reader in a different and utterly bizarre world. By reading this book, you can visit many planets. But be careful, you will come back wondering about the nature of every person you see on the street. You will come back from these poems wondering about your own hidden worlds. Spiritual Chickens is pretty straightforward. It's a poem about the spirits of consumed chickens inhabiting the dining room of the man who's eaten them. When he realizes that he's surrounded by all these dead chickens he flees and quite possibly goes crazy, though it's possible he was already on the crazy train when he sat down at the table. It's disturbing, enlightening, and hilarious. Here's a line from Spiritual Chickens - "Meanwhile, the chicken struts back and forth at the end of the table. Here she was, jammed in with the ghosts of six thousand dead hens, when suddenly she has the whole place to herself." Mermaid is another one of my favorites. In this poem, a man is put inside a tree. He lives in this tree for some time. "He becomes accustomed to the touch of birds' feet, the touch of wind and change of seasons, but to his suffering and sense of loss he becomes accustomed never." Eventually the tree is carved into a statue of a beautiful mermaid. "On windy nights, the mermaid swings from her double chain so the links chafe and rub, making a sound like a creaking door, and in that noise the man trapped in the wood puts all his unhappiness." Mermaid is one of those poems that has taken the meaning of the poem and uses the reader to further its message. Just like the man in the wood, the poem has been trapped in me. I often swish the lines around inside of me, and like the melancholy sound of the chain, become an outlet for the man's emotions. Noses and Spleens are two more poems I absolutely adore. From Noses - "But the nose - tiny rosebud of the mole, galumphing snout of the moose, bump of the skunk, smidgin of the frog - easier to imagine a heaven full of noses than one full of people, clouds packed with those soft triangles of flesh." From Spleen - "meager hunkerer beneath the heart... you doze to the steady whoosh of my lungs, diminutive car wash of the blood, extracting a few dead cells like a monkey picking lice from its mate..."