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Gerard Woodward, The Vulture – review

The poems of The Vulture don’t make small adjustments to our perception of the world, like those in Hannah Lowe’s The Kids, they present it in radically strange and dislocated terms. Sometimes this happens with startling abruptness. For example, ‘The Fish Head’ opens “I found a fish head / With the face of Elizabeth the First”.  Sometimes the machinery of estrangement revolves in a more gradual way and sometimes (as in ‘The Fish Head’ itself) what opens in the one way may go on to develop in the other.

Such a kicking loose from common perceptions offers the excitement of … Continue Reading