THE ROPE WALK
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Fatigue
I have to figure out fatigue. I climb all day and spin and hold my body in only the most treacherous positions until I want to weep with tiredness. I need warm food. So now I climb. And when I can do it no more I climb more. And some thing stops me climbing and I override the thing to climb again. Knowing my body, its mass, when and how muscles fail, the mechanics of it. And the thing stops me and I climb through the thing and no matter how I try I can not climb until I fall, over and over I try, thinking I know what a body can do and it can not do this. Other poems from The Rope Walk availiable online |
Finely balanced, taut, and strong - Takahe Magazine
Taut, linguistically striking and thematically inventive, The Rope Walk is a dazzling work - Landfall Review Online I love this collection. I love the grace, the phrasings, the syntax — the flecks of life and the speckles of fiction that move you out of routine into the sheer pleasure of poetry - The Poetry Shelf She has pared and honed the line to such a slim thing: an aesthetic of verbal simplicity yet psychological density - Emma Neale on The Poetry List, The Poetry Shelf, 2013. An intriguing debut - Otago Daily Times, 2013. While lyrical and pretty in places, The Rope Walk has teeth - Nelson Mail, 2013. You can firmly smell the salty air - Booksellers NZ, 2013. The characters are vividly alive, the stories resonant, the language lovely - Anna Jackson on The Poetry List, The Poetry Shelf, 2013. These poems restore our sense of the rough, jagged edges of New Zealand, the uncertainty of existence – what is my role here? – and the dearth of solid answers - Valley Voice, 2013. |