As apt to channel the confessionalism of Anne Sexton as the red-in-tooth-and-claw nature poetry of Ted Hughes, Patrick Warner's voice ranges freely from the colloquial to the baroque. By harboring and honoring such fraught tensions, Warner has built a taut and original body of work. In Octopus we have him at his best.
Beautifully unique voice and imagery. Was pleasantly surprised by this on-a-whim pick from my library's inventory.
An excerpt from "Abandonment"
We learned togetherness was hunger that fed on little pat-a-cakes of wonder that popped up overnight, on either side of the grassy path, like mushrooms.