Obliviously On He Sails: The Bush Administration in Rhyme
BY Calvin Trillin
Random House, $12.95
Forget about the death of poetry for a moment (hard as that may be) and consider the life of American satire, or lack thereof. In a country as funny as ours, with wars as weird as ours, led by politicians as predictable as ours, why is it that Calvin Trillin seems to be the only poet willing to combat the onslaught of absurdity with his trenchant wit? This is a cheeky collection of poems that originally ran in the
Nation after Trillin happened upon the role of "Deadline Poet." Al Gore is a "man-like object," Steve Forbes is a "dork is a dork is a dork," and the typical lampoon goes something like this:
It seemed like such a good idea.
Oh, when did it begin to sour,
And start to be no fun to be
The last remaining superpower?
Trillin says that he's "partial to politicians with iambic names that rhyme with a lot of disparaging words," but the
Nation isn't going to hire a conservative house poet. He obviously sails on the left, but, whichever way the wind blows, it's funny, it's smart, and it's another brick in the prolific Trillin wall of American wit. So it's doggerel. So it's hokey. So it isn't "poetry." So what?
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