So I’ve started reviewing poetry for Bookslut. Which is a bit squee.
It’s been interesting flipping through the lists of new poetry books coming out of the US to see how their stuff compares to contemporary Aussie poetry – not that I’d claim to have my finger of that pulse, but whatever – and discovering that it’s not as dissimilar as I had expected it to be.
Anyway I reviewed Song & Error by Averil Curdy.
Short version: it was kinda wordy and a little baroque, but there were some glorious lines and images in there.
Long version: read the review for yourself over at Bookslut.