Nick Flynn has been my fantasy poet boyfriend ever since I met him in Seattle about two years ago (do you remember me, Nick? I was wearing a pink scarf with pompom fringe?), but I read several reviews that claimed this book was more experimental than his others, which made me wary. Having now read this, I have no idea what those reviewers were talking about. This was no more experimental than Some Ether or The Captain Asks for a Show of Hands. But it was more beautiful and raw and moving than ei...

Poetry is kind of hard for me, because I know just sitting down and reading a collection isn’t doing it justice. So I always pick a few poems out to deconstruct with my creative writing class. Only then will I know if I truly find a deeper value in the collection.But I liked this one pretty early in reading. It is personable. I feel like I’m getting to know the author. There are tropes-his mother’s suicide, failed relationships, his daughter-that really highlight the author’s humanity, his vulne...

While I certainly enjoy the books of poems that Graywolf Press publish, such as Albert Goldbarth's Selfish, and though Nick Flynn does comment on many momentous thoughts and events--both in his life and in the world surrounding him--I failed to appreciate this collection of work and wasn't moved by any of his writing until Parts Four and Five. There are some good things here. "Marathon" has some beautiful lines, and "My Blindness" is daring. Overall, however, I found him floundering more than pr...

The endlesswhite will blind you, some say,but what is there to see we haven’t alreadyseen? Some say it’s likepoking a stick into a river—you might as wellsimply write about the stick.Or the river.wow this collection is deep but full of thoughts!

I enjoyed this slightly less than "Some Ether", his earlier collection, but Flynn's trademark style is still evident here. These are strong meditations on love, loss, and detachment, told in sparse prose, with an innovative use of line breaks and parentheticals. Personally, though, I'm still more predisposed to his prose than his poetry.

Can I live inside of this book, please?

*3.5. Still not as good as Some Ether, I think. But, I enjoyed this far more than Captain Asks for a Show of Hands. I feel like this book is more like the stuff I fell in love with in his debut. (Also, though, My Feelings? That title is so sad after his previous books... Cathedral of Salt or Gravity or other poems would have made more interesting titles, but who am I)

Really enjoyed this collection of poetry. “Tantalus” was my favorite. Had the pleasure of meeting the author and listening to him speak on Valentine’s day. During a Q&A session after his reading, he encouraged a group editing experiment on an unpublished poem—it was wonderful, and it really felt as though the respect for him and his respect for the amateur editors in the room grew and grew. Hooray for poets!

I was going to say this was the best book of poems I read this year, but the truth is it is the best book of poems I've read in a long time. As I expect from Nick Flynn, it was not only filled with beautiful, moving, and very accessible poems, it also made me think in a "meta" way. About poetry. About feelings. About the truth. About experience and its representation in art. Just when you think there's not much more that can be done with this formal art (and be understood), a book like this come...

"We think the world must be broken into fragments, we think memories are dispersed throughout the brain & that the brain itself is dispersed. We think we began from a bang, but the bang never stopped."This book is about grief.

My second favorite collection of Flynn's. Very similar to Some Ether in terms of content and style, in my opinion.4.5 stars, close to 5.

One of our finest living poets. No artifice. Raw and always moving.

Nick Flynn's "My Feeling: Poems" dwells into the his personal feelings of loss and tragedy but often undercutting this with absurdist or sardonic imaginary or commentary. Flynn's consciousness inhabited in the poems seem to speak in many voices, often almost at odds with each other. This book does feel more stream of consciousness and intimate than some of Flynn's earlier works but that does give the poets a vitality that stems from a feeling of being invited into someone's personal world. Flynn...

My expectations may have been too high after reading "The Ticking is the Bomb," which I thought, was amazing. I read "My Feelings" in one day, and although there were several very powerful poems, I wasn't "wowed!"

3.95

I am more than halfway done with this collection of Nick Flynn's newest poetry and I have to say that I'm so much more impressed by this work then his previous collections of poetry. Not that I am saying that his past collections were not of great quality and great literary value, but in My Feelings poems, I see a new sort of Flynn in a few ways mostly in the risks that he has taken. What's the new Flynn like? What are these risks about? Mainly I am speaking about his diverse range and pallet of...

I assumed the title was ironic. It's not. These are poems about a grown man's feelings, but the details to prop up the emotions are mostly missing. If I didn't know about the author's life from his memoirs, I'm not sure I'd know what was going on or I'd remotely believe what little narrative there is to be found. These are the sort of sad, dreamy poems high school lovers swap when things go south and they start playing the who's-sadder Olympics and playing to win. Yours is bad. Mine is worse. Na...

Proving yet again the personal is universal.

Marie Howe's review on the back cover says everything I want to say:“From the first moment I looked up from a page Nick Flynn had written on, I was a goner: I wasn’t where I used to be; I went somewhere with him, into consciousness itself, into time, into a story so shattered that only poetry could begin to tell it. Here he is again, writing as if his life depends on it, using every trick he can find to carve the tunnel through the mountain. Words are what he uses; silence is the sound they make...

Daring, raw and intimate.