Small chap-book poetry collections are wonderful, certainly to me, and Smash All Clocks, by Calvin Smith, is a wonderful read.
In that way that poetry meets theory (often better than analytics), Smash All Clocks comes across to me as an egoistic-perspectivist work of expressive writings, detailing Smith’s experiences of being alive amidst Leviathan’s auto-cannibalistic collapse. It’s grunge-lit style I found immediately pleasing and the imagery Smith uses left me feeling a sense of appreciation for him.
There are powerful personal extremely short poems in the collection, such as Hiking and Lost; funnier poems, such as Karen; and pieces that take a more serious tone, full of dissatisfaction, disillusionment and left me with a feeling of dark-affirmation. None of the poems stand out above or beneath any of the others, but they are all, in their own way, individually them.
You might ask why you should bother to read this collection, if all you’ll learn is Smith’s perspective, and it is true, there’s nothing really to learn from the poems other than Smith’s perspective. But reading because you ought to read something is terrible and you will only gain what there is to gain from reading Smash All Clocks if you read it out of a desire to do so.
Personally, I am very grateful to Calvin Smith for sending me his poems and hope he will send me any more collections he eventually writes.