Contains Mild Peril is a book permeated by anxiety, not fatal threat, but the ambient manic hum of daily life. Precarity does something to us at the level of language; it shapes the ways we see and say. Our current climate political, environmental, economic engenders its own nervy music. These poems channel this collective apprehension in ways both deeply personal and instantly familiar. It is a collection that abounds in loss, in a sense of being lost, and in the gnawing fear of losing, yet its speakers address us with urgency. This is language in the throes of fighting back.
With every book Fran Lock seems to be shifting up a gear into further realms of modernism. This book seems to be pushing at the boundaries of what it is possible to understand. The small, dense type also makes this her most difficult book so far. So many poems are simply brilliant and captivating that it can seem like a let down when you have to struggle to get through the occasional poem. There is a feeling here that she's losing herself in an idea of poetry that isn't right for her. I'm not sure I know what I mean by that! Wherever her poetry takes her and us, I am still completely enthralled by this daring, intense and vivid poetical journey. Anyone interested in modern poetry should be reading her.
Reading this collection was like stepping into a warm static buzz. Highly recommend. I enjoyed the final section most, particularly 'Sailing from Jökulmaer' and 'micheál / osiris'.