WORCESTER, MASS. TELEGRAM (MARCH 19, 1987)
An Eye Of Irony
Keith Barnes, who was born in 1934, writes in the title poem of this interesting volume that he was " Born to flying glass - bombs strafing shrapnel murder." Many of his poems are evocations of the tragic and moving experience which to many of us is now faraway and almost forgotten - fallen into perspective as part of an agonizing century.
As might be expected, this poet casts a rather ironic eye on much of the contemporary world. His is a personal idiom. He is quite often attracted to the macabre and the bizarre in today's monumental confusions;
He is a true product of man's strangest period thus far on the planet.