Octet

by Nat Raha

“From the anthropomorphic pastoral of All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands we remove to Nat Raha’s “metropolitik love”: familiar locations set to strange, subtle musics that float over a “visual digitised to characteristic white caterwaul”. In a richly impure diction culled from Middle English to current technical vocabularies a synaesthetic lyric “soaks the recolour”. Orpheus singt, indeed.”
(Adrian Clarke)

Genres: Poetry

64 pages, Paperback

Published November 1, 2010