Darwin's Dharma Barry Wallenstein (bio) Karma, Dharma, Pudding & Pie Philip Appleman Illustrations by Arnold Roth Foreword by X. J. Kennedy The Quantuck Lane Press http://www.quantucklanepress.com 96 pages; cloth, $24.95 Philip Appleman is a multifaceted person of letters—poet, novelist, co-founder of the journal Victorian Studies, and editor of both Norton's Malthus on Population (1976) and Darwin (1970). His ongoing interests in science and society have fed his work from the beginning. Alongside this new book of satirical verse, Karma, Dharma, Pudding & Pie, I have Appleman's first book of poems, the 1967 Kites on a Windy Day. Thematic and even stylistic unities extend from that early book through eight collections, as does his technical achievement. In 1984 when reviewing his fourth book of poetry, Darwin's Ark, I found his work to be among the most alive in the US, as well as being socially responsible, as it looked out beyond the self. Nonetheless, the sensual individual informs everything as the poems delve into the larger universe of our shared evolutionary history. The fact that Appleman is a master of fixed forms—the sonnet, the rhymed epigram, and more—further enhances the poetry as his art moves beyond its ideas or intellect. This new book is an elegant production with nicely chosen epigraphs from Herodotus and T.S. Eliot, both authors making a case for humorous and irreverent poetry that delights with rhymes, puns, and wit. The buoyant forward by poet X. J. Kennedy paraphrases E. B. White when he states "a writer of comic verse works just as hard as a serious poet." Arnold Roth's pen and ink illustrations match Appleman's satirical verse perfectly. They are as lusty and rollicking, and they vary from literal renderings of the writing to imaginative take-offs. Kennedy, a person of faith, almost forgivingly understates the case: "Several of the poems wax skeptical about established beliefs and observances, and smack of secular freethinking." Indeed, in its opposition to blind faith, Appleman's work is atop the anti-religious wave that includes other recent authors attacking theisms: Bart Ehrman, Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens, and Bill Maher's documentary film, Religulous (2008). Appleman's poems in Karma, Dharma, Pudding & Pie are solidly within the satiric tradition, rhythmically and consistently lambasting the current state of warfare backed by religion. The risk always with unashamedly didactic verse taking on either religion, the engineers of war, or capitalism, or any ism, is that the prime audience for such stuff is already on the poet's side, and while the verse might urge readers towards action or at least a change of mind/heart, most will simply nod their heads in agreement. Thus, the success of such poetry lies exclusively in the originality and inventiveness of the poet rather than his or her attitudes or point of view. Only occasionally does Appleman fall short of that necessary unique expression. Often, another necessity with poetry of social protest is a cross current of something quite dissimilar to the poem's argument. Here, this requirement is happily satisfied by an erotic filament that lights up the work and transforms it from instruction into something more encompassing and touching. This erotic awareness includes all measures of love as the poet's humanity informs most every shout of protest. Appleman's love of the generative life, the life of the senses, his not wanting to give any of it up, is what makes him so angry toward the forces of war, moral certitude, and negation. At the same time, there is an equanimity beneath the palpable anger—a paradox residing peacefully under the biting satire and his raunchy sexuality. Walter Kerr (1913–1996), wonderful theater critic for The New York Times for many years, has commented: The timing of satire is a ticklish business…[the satirist] is always in danger of being severely burned. Let him strike a moment too soon—before the audience is ready to share his malice—and his satire will be resented, driven off the boards. Let him strike a moment too late and he will be laboring the obvious or flyting the already forgotten. He gets a...