Review of, “Chaos Songs” by
Scott Thomas Outlar
Review by Adam Levon Brown
I had the pleasure of reviewing, “Chaos Songs” by Scott Thomas Outlar. This book bites at the flesh of the goosepimples that Outlar’s words yield. This poetry book is not split into different parts and runs kind of like a stream of consciousness piece, though each poem is unique and presented in a different fashion.
I will not analyze and critique the entire book, but I will mention several of my favorite pieces.
Starting this poetic melody off is the poem, “On Being Real.” Outlar urges the reader to stop with the, “White Lies” and demands that you “Just say the real thing as best you can.” In the second poem, Outlar unleashes a beast, almost as if this piece is there to provoke himself to go deeper into the nucleus of his being; it also goes into the damnation that is stress, and urges the reader, “to take a breath everyone in awhile.” The piece, “Acidic Cycles/Meltdown Fever” is one of my favorites because of lines like, “of Madness/wounded is the animal….once called human.” Outlar, I think more than most poets, realizes just how really fucked the human species is.
My all time favorite from this collection is, “Focal Point.” It talks about how important things in life are marred by human intervention. With lines like, “The truth of God is righteous, but the cults of dogma are dead weight,” Outlar summarizes that yes, some is okay, but you’re ruining it with too much. The piece, “No Bullshit,” calls for, “Brutal honesty down to the marrow” and sets the reader up for the next pieces which are self-revealing and brutally honest. “Shredded Fur” details Outlar’s use of drugs, worship of Kurt Cobain, and adolescent angst; Nietzsche also pops up in this poem. “Shredded Fur” is the most revealing poem in the book and takes the reader deep inside the author’s past. The piece, “Toxic Insomnia Revelations,” to me, is the most aesthetically pungent poem in the book; with lines like, “Sing the blues with falling star rhythms of chaos.” I enjoyed the poem, “Seeing it Through,” as it conjures a pervasive sense that something evil is watching you. “Taking my Medicine,” details the author’s struggle with alcohol, which he so aptly calls, “The Beast” and “The Devil.”
I liked the honesty of this book and recommend it to anyone looking for a soul-searching good time.