Official Review: Nobody Will Ever Hurt Me Like You Did
Posted: 03 Aug 2015, 16:48
[Following is the official OnlineBookClub.org review of "Nobody Will Ever Hurt Me Like You Did" by Mark Abukoff.]

3 out of 4 stars
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“Sometimes the things that touch us the most
are those we cannot touch but only imagine”
So says Mark Abukoff’s book of poetry, “Nobody Will Ever Hurt Me Like You Did.” And he couldn’t be more right. The collection begins with a poem describing a woman rejecting a man – the narrator – and continues into ruminations on love of all kinds. Told from the first person, the poems chronicle various stages of relationships in non-trivial ways. Some address the opening stages of courtship, the giddy excitement of firsts. Others focus on deeper feelings from the good days in a relationship – the ecstasy of sex, the comfort of lying next to someone. More focus on what the title indicates: the pain of letting go.
Reading a book of poems is unlike reading a book of anything else. Ina poem, words carry a different weight. Books are the averages of their words, the median of their prose. Meaning comes from books the way images emerge from pixels. With a poem, however, each word carries the weight of the whole work. Words in poems are more like pieces of a watch – a single misplaced one can break the whole thing.
I can’t honestly say that every poem in Abukoff’s book was a masterpiece, that every word was perfectly aligned in every ticking timepiece. What I can say is that I was touched by some of the words I read. Abukoff’s work, though imperfect, conveyed an understanding of love that I could empathize with. I knew what he was talking about most of the time. I’d felt the things he’d felt.
I know what he means when he says,
“I don’t feel like being touched today
I don’t want the cold
mechanical hands
the computerized intimacy”
Or
“Iron bars
steel plating
concrete walls
miles and hours and kings and real life
do not a prison make”
What I liked best about this collection was the way it dealt with drama. I don’t particularly like the Romeo and Juliet approach of pretending that love is perfect, and it seems neither did Abukoff. He makes love a real thing, and sometimes it’s terrible and sometimes its hateful and sometimes it’s the best thing in the world. On the other hand, while his free form poetry and haikus were good, his rhyming left something to be desired.
I rate this book 3 out of 4 stars. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good, and I’d recommend it to anyone looking for a few good poems and a pleasant way to spend an afternoon.
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3 out of 4 stars
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“Sometimes the things that touch us the most
are those we cannot touch but only imagine”
So says Mark Abukoff’s book of poetry, “Nobody Will Ever Hurt Me Like You Did.” And he couldn’t be more right. The collection begins with a poem describing a woman rejecting a man – the narrator – and continues into ruminations on love of all kinds. Told from the first person, the poems chronicle various stages of relationships in non-trivial ways. Some address the opening stages of courtship, the giddy excitement of firsts. Others focus on deeper feelings from the good days in a relationship – the ecstasy of sex, the comfort of lying next to someone. More focus on what the title indicates: the pain of letting go.
Reading a book of poems is unlike reading a book of anything else. Ina poem, words carry a different weight. Books are the averages of their words, the median of their prose. Meaning comes from books the way images emerge from pixels. With a poem, however, each word carries the weight of the whole work. Words in poems are more like pieces of a watch – a single misplaced one can break the whole thing.
I can’t honestly say that every poem in Abukoff’s book was a masterpiece, that every word was perfectly aligned in every ticking timepiece. What I can say is that I was touched by some of the words I read. Abukoff’s work, though imperfect, conveyed an understanding of love that I could empathize with. I knew what he was talking about most of the time. I’d felt the things he’d felt.
I know what he means when he says,
“I don’t feel like being touched today
I don’t want the cold
mechanical hands
the computerized intimacy”
Or
“Iron bars
steel plating
concrete walls
miles and hours and kings and real life
do not a prison make”
What I liked best about this collection was the way it dealt with drama. I don’t particularly like the Romeo and Juliet approach of pretending that love is perfect, and it seems neither did Abukoff. He makes love a real thing, and sometimes it’s terrible and sometimes its hateful and sometimes it’s the best thing in the world. On the other hand, while his free form poetry and haikus were good, his rhyming left something to be desired.
I rate this book 3 out of 4 stars. It wasn’t perfect, but it was good, and I’d recommend it to anyone looking for a few good poems and a pleasant way to spend an afternoon.
******
Nobody Will Ever Hurt Me Like You Did
View: on Bookshelves | on Amazon
Like dhaller's review? Post a comment saying so!