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begin with, let me just say that I wasn't surprised by
the content in David Barker's latest collection. For decades
Barker has been giving small press readers, snapshots
of the every day, brief glances at our own human nature
through his eyes.
“Too Much Me” continues in this tradition,
examining his fears regarding age, mortality, and the
small things we dwell on long after the sun goes down.
This book taps into that sinking feeling, that seems
to be going around in this “modern age.”
Though if you look close enough, you'll catch Barker
wishing on stars, because it is, as it's always been
in his work, the small victories hidden between his
lines that keep us reading, and I can only guess, are
what keep him going. Barker proves the very valid point
of Socrates, we're better off knowing, that we know
nothing. A lesson that the poems in “Too Much
Me” help to ring true. Highly recommended. (“Too
much me” Poems by David Barker Concrete Meat Press,
2 Noel Street, Leicester LE3 0DS, England www.concretemeatpress.co.uk)
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