Description
“A Lens in the Palm” speaks from a world of fragmented philosophies and troubled meditations. Haunted by the ghosts of Keats and Spinoza, of Rodin and Turner, the voices that echo through these poems lead us into a place that is at once familiar and dazzlingly strange. Poems materialise from a palimpsest of twenty-first-century cities “Paris and New Orleans, Oxford, Milan” where declarations of faith and disbelief clash and blur. Here, the stars ‘think themselves into existence’, the bones of Giotto jangle, and the ‘hairs on a dandelion fizz’.
