Mark Sargent's Fuck Death is an honest portrayal of aging, of the lost days and nights of youth, the degenerate state of the world. And yet he escapes the trappings of the maudlin and the nostalgic, offering instead a sardonic grin and wink at the absurdist beauty in the mundane. Sargent is a modern-day Hesiod and this collection of poems another entry in his Works & Days. He may not be a farmer, or raise sheep, but these poems admonish us to live right here and now, accept fate without self-reproach, and calmly say....Fuck Death.
