Six years after his last solo publication, Lemn Sissay brings together the experiences of those intervening years in a stunning new collection, Morning Breaks in the Elevator. In Sissay's work, we witness declamation being honed and brought to fine art, establishing his reputation as one of the UK's foremost poets as he ably moves from loud protest through to quiet reflection.
The poetry just felt so childish and was devoid of sentimentality. The book had consistent spelling errors, like the wrong your or breath instead of breathe, which I assume due to the repetition was a half-assed publishing job. It just felt messy and tedious.