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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The poems in this latest collection by Martin Anderson are largely concerned with the nature, from both a perceptual and ontological perspective, of continuing and intrinsic identities. We belong To nowhere/to no thing/to the shortest abridgement/of air of word/to the cruel insignia/of our acquisitions . At the heart of all that we are, of all that we think, feel, see, touch, taste and smell, are ‘shadows/pulled through/a world impatient/to sound’. A world, pregnant with meaning and language, which is, finally, a ‘mirror colliding/with its reflection’.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The poems in this latest collection by Martin Anderson are largely concerned with the nature, from both a perceptual and ontological perspective, of continuing and intrinsic identities. We belong To nowhere/to no thing/to the shortest abridgement/of air of word/to the cruel insignia/of our acquisitions . At the heart of all that we are, of all that we think, feel, see, touch, taste and smell, are ‘shadows/pulled through/a world impatient/to sound’. A world, pregnant with meaning and language, which is, finally, a ‘mirror colliding/with its reflection’.