27 Props is a clumsy book that gets on your nerves after spending time with more than a few poems, as the best are in the beginning. It is a cacaphonous collection that contains too many rambling poems, lacking in music and rhythm. What rhythm there is was strained for in an obvious way, that seems contrived and self conscious. Although I like challenging poets, and Wallace Stevens is my favorite, I look for talent, depth, and mystery behind the complexity to derive a satisfying read. 27 Props comes up short, though is probably about average in what you find in today's poetry. NOT RECOMMENDED by this reader.