I am reading a poetry pamphlet from Oystercatcher Press at the moment, by Rufo Quintavalle and enjoying it thoroughly. So much so that I find myself wondering where else I can find poems by this guy. Make Nothing Happen is really good value at only £4.00 and gives an intriguing taste of his work.
There's something about the way Quintavalle puts his words that makes you stop, re-read and then a few days later when you read them again you wonder why you had to stop. No surprise for a British poet with an Italian name, who lives in Paris. It's making me think strongly about how you corrall language when you write and what purpose you can put that corralling to. Most people would call it form. But that's to make what I've noticed seem simple, and I don't think it is that simple. I'd better save my thoughts for a review that I'm writing, but for now here are some links to his work, from nth position - see what you think.
Much & Rocks