Alps wall-papered on readerly consciousness, angst waits with the reader, finding room after exquisitely depicted room. Facts as stories, the reader, like the narrator, drawn into a fascination with almost anything. The knives as complicated as the Swiss. The timing, just so.
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A ‘redshift eclipsing’ slowly revealing the rot of occupation (16). A ‘fermented tongue’ this work, it flicks with exploratory readiness to act, like that tiger snake surprised on the path (30). Here is ‘what rots in the wound’ (75). Venom as antidote.
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Solidarity and strength in this life story, hope feathering: ‘… as the voices coalesced and echoed an almighty cry of ‘Ceasefire Now! Ceasefire Now!’, it was possible to believe that the whole world was contained within that space’ (63). Read, reread, repeat.
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Love here is agile and more than. A book holding more weight than its few pages: reasons for leaving the homelands of Scotland, a divine found in touch and place, and how decisions made by force are resisted by coalescent common ground.
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Lived red-lipped eighties told through sharper eyes, seeing clearly now as well as then. The ins and outs of bright-light St Kilda, the politics of learning in know-it-all Carlton, and most brilliantly, the work daughters do in leaving and becoming their mothers.
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Mettle, metal, well-met, this poetry weaves threads of love, fight and family with an honesty that connects the soul to the panther’s upheld fist. The openness is a gift: ‘one of the starting points/between you and me/is here on this page’ (3).
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Mixed feelings when it comes to this book, but the love of footy reads true. I play the edges. Kick to kick is easy, marks up is a battle and British Bulldogs is beyond me. One real game and I was done.
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A twist in the back, cut-throat sharp excisions, all the way to the ‘wilderness suicide’, the world in a room and ‘you’ are there, deep in the layers (206). This book cannot be scrubbed off, no matter how much coin you carry.
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The opening pages of this river of a book float you into a place you know/don’t know. A siren song that reads like a bedtime story until you realise you’re spooked out at a campfire with no light back to the house.
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