In the Summer of Bowering, Geist blogger and Poetry Is Dead magazine Editor-in-Chief Daniel Zomparelli has set out to review George Bowering's latest poetry collection, My Darling Nellie Grey. The collection is divided into twelve chapters, named for each month of the year, and Zomparelli will review one chapter a week all summer long.

, aside from the fact that it is 415 pages, is the introduction, in which Bowering tells the
reader how the pieces in the book were formed. Bowering wrote a poem every day for a year. At the end of every month, he published the poems he wrote that month in a chapbook. At the end of the year, he combined all of the chapbooks to create
, which I will discuss here each week. This small
insight into the writing process gives the reader a light entry into the poems.
His first chapter, written in January, deals a lot with how to see the world through poetry.

I am not a fan of poetry that
reflects on poetry, and the January chapter of
does just that. Still, I was able to see past the poetry about poetry and was able to enjoy it as more of a character study of an aging artist. Bowering presents a narrator who is
writing a poem every day for a month. He discusses the feeling of despair he feels as
a writer—which is a little too “
” for me, but I got past that too. The narrator debates whether his life has been that of a fool or that of a wise man. He knows he has wasted his time, and asks if his words will live on? This reminds me of Shakespeare and how most writers' concern is immortality.
And yes, I am referencing Shakespeare, so shoot me. In the line “that in black ink my love may still shine bright” from Sonnet 65, Shaekspear argues the
immortality of words. Bowering, on the other hand, discusses nature as everlasting and humanity as being destructed by current environmental crises. Thus, humanity will come to an end, and with it, words will too. With humans destroying each other and the world, how can a writer hope his words will
live on once the human race has left this earth? And not in an E.T. way.

, four years ago. Bowering
discusses the state of corporate fat-catism and consumerism of the time. He starts
with, “Whether to know,/or just abide,/to lie on your back/these last days.” Here the narrator contemplates his state as a consumer. Does one lie
back and let the world fall apart because it is easier to ride a car or use all
of the products that corporatizations supplies us with? The narrator rejects this
ideal, and goes on to reject the “oppressor's” ways. He finishes the poem
with, “let his carcass/ooze oil when he sits/in his extra wide/reclining
chair.” And if you are not thinking of the BP oil spill at this point, you have
not been watching the news. I like Bowering’s writing most when he is being funny and when he is angry. The January 4
poem about being lazy. But
you’ll just have to buy the book to read that one.

The poems in this chapter moved between love and tolerance,
beauty and reality, all through the eyes of an aging poet. I couldn’t find where the
narrator's feeling of foolishness derived from. Maybe I am just naïve at
this age, which only proves I will grow to be a fool. Even when Bowering's narrator
speaks out to young poets, it doesn't catch.

The January chapter was both playful and
dark. It works as part of the book, but I wouldn’t buy this as an individual chapbook,
but that’s because I still hate poetry about poetry.

by
buying
. If you have a review for this
chapter, please post it in the comment section.