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alycia's review
5.0
L’Abbé’s sonnets glimmer in their take-down of oppressive structures, vitalised by musicality and ingenuity—in both thematic and linguistic veins. It is impossible to touch on every thread, every story paralleled by another story, every layered moment. Poems are sometimes meditative and enriched by tense depictions of land or playful commentaries on technology. Others feel like a caress, contained in moments of family and tenderness, in sweet homages to dear friends. The collection is intimate, at times brutally honest, but also always a map for our own imaginative readings.
sayevet's review
XVII
"Shyly pretty, you heave gender like the unowned bullshit it usually is."
XXI
"Sing while learning to interpret pain, Sonnet, so that purple prose notes tone bruises' swell."
"Shyly pretty, you heave gender like the unowned bullshit it usually is."
XXI
"Sing while learning to interpret pain, Sonnet, so that purple prose notes tone bruises' swell."
emwilliams's review
5.0
This book is magnificent and technical in equal measure. I have too many favourites to cite here.L’abbe should be as well known as Amanda Gorman.
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