Lost in translation

Errata, by Kevin Young [above, from Jelly Roll, published 2003] is a punch-drunk-in-love-lyric poem that makes intoxicating sense. Young is giddily postmodern in his focus on the sound and cadence of familiar sweet nothings, to which he applies poetic licence, sampling the lines through distortions, spoonerisms, alliterations, onomatopoeia, inversions of meaning and intent – all […]