Billy Collins’s tone is inimitable. Drawled and knowing, yet without a hint of world-weariness or cynicism, he fearlessly addresses the reader as friend and intimate – and comrade, inviting them to square up to the various collective crises of the bald ape in the 21st century.
Collins remains the only poet who can write about the next-to-nothing of our lives, the little boredoms, habits and frustrations of our daily and domestic existence, revealing their true importance and meaning – and demonstrating that the same historical and cosmic forces bear upon them as upon the great events of the age.
For years, then, I skipped modern poetry – until I discovered Billy Collins. Cue thunder and lightning! Now I’d walk backwards across town in a blizzard to buy the latest book of Billy...Read more