Hannah Lowe’s poems are hugely enjoyable, full of life as it is really lived, and manage to be completely unpredictable and yet at the same time utterly inevitable. She is an immensely talented writer, and this is an outstanding first collection. – Peter Sansom
Hannah Lowe is a wonderfully evocative and lyrical writer. She handles form with an easy confidence but she is also a refreshingly able storyteller. With the publication of this pamphlet, Lowe will surely be recognised as one of the most exciting new voices in British poetry. – John Glenday
Every now and again there arrives at a poetry magazine a poem that clearly announces a new voice. At The Rialto I think immediately of Peter Sansom’s ‘The Fox In The Writing Class’ or Clare Pollard’s ‘The Heavy Petting Zoo’. ‘Fist’ which starts off Hannah’s pamphlet is another such work. ‘Here’ it says ‘is someone with something to say, and in brilliant command of the means of saying it.’ – Michael Mackmin
Hannah Lowe is one of a generation of younger poets whose work celebrates the multicultural life of London and its environs in the eighties and nineties. She writes with a strong sense of place, voice, and emotional subtlety.
Lowe was born to an English mother and a Chinese/Jamaican father. She got her BA in American Literature at the University of Sussex, has a Masters degree in Refugee Studies, and is currently working towards a PhD in creative writing.
This is a brilliant little pamphlet published by UK poetry journal The Rialto. Hannah writes the kind of poetry that is grounded in the real and the everyday, but also has the power to transcend it and take you to some other better place. I often use her poem "Fist" in classes where I am aiming to engage non-poetry readers with poetry. It speaks of the real and the circumstances and imagery of the poem are very powerful - at a party her brother puts his arm through a window cutting the artery in his wrist - but it also has a dreamlike and reflective quality and the ending is plaintive and reflective.
...Somewhere in the street there was a siren, there was a girl inside who blamed herself, there were men with blankets and a tourniquet, they stopped my brother bleeding, as the New Year turned, they saved him, the snow was falling hard, they saved us all.
This is one of those must read pamphlets - and it has a great cover!