Conor O’Callaghan’s Live Streaming is a volume of many styles and themes, whether it is the life of a caravan park, an ode to marriage, or a schoolboy empathizing with Petrarch’s love for Laura and idolizing a heavyweight boxer. O’Callaghan’s typical flair for the contemporary, for the live stream of the virtual, is also abundantly apparent. The centerpiece is the long multi-genre “His Last Legs,” which dramatizes the troubled inheritance from his father and finely balances other more condensed and lyrical poems. This volume is an unflinching display of an impressively skillful poet.
