Reviewed by Jennifer Wong
Our younger heads, cast in bronze by a friend,
may occupy a prominent spot beside your Dutch vase,
prevailing over the tinpot fears of aging
as we recall fondly the days of cheap paper,
inexpensive cotton and less heat.
Aye, but there's dark
and dark the dawn has marvelled at.
It's hidden from him yet, but MacAdam
must drive through with such a gloom...
('MacAdam Takes to the Sea')
Andrew Philip studied linguistics at the University of Edinburgh, and his poems exude playfulness with poetic form and language(s), especially the reinterpretation of dialect(s) in 'MacAdam Takes to the Sky', which is a reflection on the natural characteristics and movements of birds. Given the creative impetus of his language, his poetry displays surprising borrowings, coinages and metaphors, such as 'edgeland', 'a kiln for happiness', 'terrorhope' and 'erasive', and adds a very fine texture to the poems. At times, these experiments with language can border on being too elusive, but such elusiveness is made up for by sophisticated resonance and fluidity.
Jennifer Wong is British-based poet born in Hong Kong.