As with previous poems I have read by Jeffs, there is a sense of quickened pace created by the lack of formal scene-setting and there is a direct apprehension of feelings and objects. The poet’s persona is established sympathetically so that the reader wishes him well and hopes that his difficulties, whether physical or metaphysical, are resolved.
A review of Amanda Chimera by Mary B. Moore
As Joseph Brodsky put it, “to the poet phonetics and semantics are, with few exceptions, identical.” And one can see this in Moore’s poems that are so marvellously, deliciously musical, locating their meanings like an orchestration rather than a thesis, a wondrous symphonic search to understand the dimensions of a dual self.
A review of The Blue House by Sky Gilbert
Consider giving The Blue House a read if you’re interested in a detailed portrait of a manic depressive artist, following the lows and lows, with stunted highs, of a life lived on odd terms with art and bad terms with society and the people who inhabit it. If you have an interest in the mid to late century gay cruising subculture, you’ll also find fodder for thought here.
A review of Vulture Capitalism by Grace Blakeley
Blakeley, a thirty-two year old Oxford-educated economist/journalist, says that liberal democracies under capitalism are not true democracies. As things stand now, government and capital work together to help the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. True democracy is economic democracy, in which citizens not only vote but also have real control over their lives.
A review of My City is a Murder of Crows by Nikita Parik
Language is given the incisive treatment as Parik describes consonants and vowels in the speaker’s mouth, finally describing how the consonants are bound together like bread in a sandwich. However, the deeper principle is that although dark moments are inbound to our existence, we will overcome difficulties such as Covid collectively. This volume records the poet’s experience of Covid through poetry.
A review of Girl on Girl by Sophie Gilbert
Sophie Gilbert does some major uncovering in this book, digging deep into the culture’s recent past to unearth the filthy White underbelly that lies beneath. Part archeologist, part pallbearer, she exhumes the back story and brings it kicking and screaming into the light of day. Gilbert writes, “In 1995, a self-help tsunami of a book titled, innocently, The Rules, advised women who wanted to get married to look to 1950s feminine mores for guidance.”
A review of Bodock by Robert Busby
The threads creating the tapestry are often thin, though. Rarely, if ever, will the same characters appear across multiple stories. There’s a joy to be found in wondering whether you’ve just met an unnamed character from a previous story, or if the same dinghy bar or stretch of road is being used as the setting. Despite the lack of crossovers, Busby still manages to make Bodock feel like a fleshed-out, lived-in town, with a community of believably-flawed people.
A review of Big Feelings by Amy Lovat
In an endearing way to try and control the more uncontrollable aspects of her life, Sadie has a habit of reducing things to lists. These often take the form of Desert Island Top 5s. This extends to relationships, films, books, places to visit (and even to Lovat’s acknowledgements). But not everything is reducible to a list and not all of the lists are static. However, the lists do make good structuring devices, and add to the ease and charm of Big Feelings, a book full of big feelings but also ease and charm.
A review of The Haunting by Cate Peebles
When working on a collection that relies so heavily on intertextuality, less is often more. The Haunting draws upon over twenty different pieces of media, ranging from nineteenth century novels to contemporary horror films. While many of these allusions feel at home, the sheer volume an at times feel overwhelming. Peebles’ ambition to capture the full spectrum of what it means to be haunted is admirable, but sometimes, attempting to encompass every possible reference dilutes the potency of the haunting itself.
Poetry for the Looming Past: A review of House of Jars by Hester L. Furey
I must admit that when I encountered this text for the first time, I was flung far out of my realm. House of Jars is brilliant in so many ways, and though I have long been an intimate friend of poetry, I was at first daunted by the intellectual challenges that this work presented. The opportunity to explore this work served doubly as another step forward along my academic journey, and once I learned to speak its language, I found House of Jars to be a delightfully rewarding challenge, to which I hope I rose valiantly.