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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.
What are those distorted smears of colour in the mirror ball? Are they people? Look closer. Yes. They are people. They are us. And there am I, a small pink smudge, an arched eyebrow … or perhaps not: retinal overload, a trick of the light. How do people make sense of themselves, and what do those splintered shafts of vari-coloured liquidity have to tell us about the skins they are bouncing off? Who knows. The speaker of these lines is himself caught up in the glare, garrulous in spite of the din. Mirrorball collects poems from 2004 to 2018.
There’s a naked honesty that never becomes self-absorbed ‘confessional’ poetry. I can’t think of any other poet now who has pulled this off with such force and immediacy, and also, not forgetting, a nice wit and self-mockery for all our foolishnesses. The poems put the reader on the spot, ask the questions, but in no direct clunky way … All the poems near conversations but more than that. –Lee Harwood, from a letter
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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.
What are those distorted smears of colour in the mirror ball? Are they people? Look closer. Yes. They are people. They are us. And there am I, a small pink smudge, an arched eyebrow … or perhaps not: retinal overload, a trick of the light. How do people make sense of themselves, and what do those splintered shafts of vari-coloured liquidity have to tell us about the skins they are bouncing off? Who knows. The speaker of these lines is himself caught up in the glare, garrulous in spite of the din. Mirrorball collects poems from 2004 to 2018.
There’s a naked honesty that never becomes self-absorbed ‘confessional’ poetry. I can’t think of any other poet now who has pulled this off with such force and immediacy, and also, not forgetting, a nice wit and self-mockery for all our foolishnesses. The poems put the reader on the spot, ask the questions, but in no direct clunky way … All the poems near conversations but more than that. –Lee Harwood, from a letter