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I knew this was going to be good from the title alone. I have been sending Rach or Dad every second poem because I love them so much. Robaud is like someone has lifted Frank O’Hara out of New York and put him down in Paris - it is the exact same combination of incredible depth and entirely stupid humour. ‘Queneau in November’ captures everything lovely and wonderful and beautiful about what poetry can be!!!!!