I have loved Marc Bolan, especially his early, whimsical writing and music as Tyrannosaurus Rex since I was young and impressionable, so when I discovered that my library could get me a copy of this volume of poetry I was very excited.
It's a beautiful slim book, with an appealing picture on the cover, it feel rare and precious, as if there should be great wisdom inside. The writing takes the form of short poetic pieces, some only a few lines long, others fuller. There are lots of beautiful words, put together in a way that will be familiar to people who have listened to 'My People Were Fair...' and Marc's other albums of that era. However, and it hurts me to admit this, they are almost without exception not very good.
Imagine trying to read something in a dream, or in a language you're not really familiar with. There are lovely words, occasional rhymes, it kind of looks like poetry, but it doesn't work. Sometimes the word combinations fall pleasingly, but there should be meaning to poetry and this is what is missing.
It's either a deliberately naive style, or he didn't want to bother thinking about syllables, poetic structure or composition. It is charming, but I think it could have been so much better if Marc had sat down with someone with some literary knowledge and worked on it a bit. From what I've read of Marc I suspect he wouldn't have taken kindly to advice from other people, but it seems an opportunity wasted as there is potential here for something wonderful.
As a book of poetry then, I would say really, don't bother, but as a remnant of Marc Bolan's hippy phase, it is a pretty thing and you can hear his voice in it, if that is enough to make you covet it, buy it, but I don't think it's worth as much as it's selling for on here.