If I’d rated this book after the first section it might have been lower. It took me a bit to embrace the style. I would equate it to street photography, the eye of a good photographer can make a crowd on a subway, or city detritus beautiful… that’s a bit like these poems, they capture details, some ugly, but frame them in a beautiful way. Cellophane Products and Rowing Across Shallows were standouts for me.
Someone missed the mark and gifted me this poetry collection for Christmas. Enjoyable for it’s familiar Yorkshire references and light hearted perspective of sombre themes.