Poems & prayers Lyrics for livin'

A noted actor turns to verse: "Poems are a Saturday in the middle of the week." McConaughey, author of the gracefully written memoirGreenlights, has been writing poems since his teens, closing with one "written in an Australian bathtub" that reads just as a poem by an 18-year-old (Rimbaud excepted) should read: "Ignorant minds of the fortunate man / Blind of the fate shaping every land." McConaughey is fearless in his commitment to the rhyme, no matter how slight the result ("Oops, took a quick peek at the sky before I got my glasses, / now I can't see shit, sure hope this passes"). And, sad to say, the slight is what is most on display throughout, punctuated by some odd koanlike aperçus: "Eating all we can / at the all-we-can-eat buffet, / gives us a 3.8 education / and a 4.2 GPA." "Never give up your right to do the next right thing. This is how we find our way home." "Memory never forgets. Even though we do." The prayer portion of the program is deeply felt, but it's just as sentimental; only when he writes of life-changing events--a court appearance to file a restraining order against a stalker, his decision to quit smoking weed--do we catch a glimpse of the effortlessly fluent, effortlessly charming McConaughey as exemplified by the David Wooderson ("alright, alright, alright") ofDazed and Confused. The rest is mostly a soufflé in verse. McConaughey's heart is very clearly in the right place, but on the whole the book suggests an old saw: Don't give up your day job. It's not Shakespeare, not by a long shot. But at least it's not James Franco. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.