bill campana is a 1955 model raised with all the ideals of 2 parents who grew up during the great depression. he has practiced guitarism, catholicism, humorism, drinking, love making, and linguine with marinara (not in that order). after spending his first 22 years in bedford, ohio, he moved to phoenix, arizona in 1978. it wasn't until 19 years later that he settled on a life of poetry, and is currently on a mission to find his place in this community of poets.
You know that guy who tells the jokes at parties that make everybody groan? This book contains the poetry that guy would write. Some of it made me laugh, some of it made me groan, and a little of it flat-out offended me. Campana knows his poetry forms—he offers 65 haikus in a row to prove that--and there’s definitely talent, but not much depth and it’s not my kind of humor. A good example of his style is “Ups and Downs.” It begins: “I swallowed a yo-yo/thinking it was a cookie/it immediately/came back up my throat/so I swallowed again/and again it came back up . . .” You get the idea. The poet doesn’t use punctuation or capital letters. My word processor insists on capitalizing “I,” but they’re lower case in the book. The book is not for me, but maybe someone else will love it.