O Sonata is a suite of renditions-performances, interpretations, transliterations, transmogrifications- of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Sonette an Orpheus, presented here as a parallel text. Dramatising the mythic role of Orpheus as futile Male ( a dick according to Eurydice), Chris Edwards’ renditions also comprise interrogations of the lyric impulse, transported here to an Underland where becoming begets begone.

There is joy and humour, a largesse, to the way he sketches clearly the peculiarities of (and the strange conjunctions and refractions between) world, self and words. His poems offer a deep-hearted laugh with us, the language-mobbed inhabitants of “this great planet… the spaceship/ I grew up on.‘ Having emerged from his twenty-year silence, Edwards is currently producing some of the most intriguing and stimulating poetry being written in Australia. -Poetry International Web

Like dreaming while awake it folds you into a world of mystery, chance, dissociation and rich imagery, while showing us what story can be via Frankensteinian rich imagery and collaged images.
-Robert Wood, After Naptime review in foam:e