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Yesterday’s review is now live on the London Grip.
Two poets I’ve discovered from the anthology:
Jonathan Davidson, whose ‘William Smith’s Poem’ was one of my favourites;
Maura Dooley, whose ‘Treasure Island’ begins the collection with a nostalgia-tweaking love-of-my-land reflection on the purposes of poetry and geology – and why not all human pursuits? Aren’t all our disciplines another ‘translation of Truth’s imagination’?
This morning I’ve been enjoying re-reading and reviewing Map: Poems After William Smith’s Geological Map of 1815, edited by Michael McKimm.
I review for the London Grip, edited by my friend Mike Bartholemew-Biggs. I previously wrote about McKimm’s Fossil Sunshine and enjoyed that very much – but in the upcoming review I discuss how McKimm has shared his discovery of the geology’s rich seam of latent metaphor with other poets, and their diverse responses.