As ever, her work is shaded with an erotic charge as it dramatizes her responses to the H-Block, the ceasefires, questions of decommissioning, and the inter-connections of landscape and language.
Constantly affirming the validity and necessity of aesthetics, the muse of this book is not so much Peace as what Edward Said calls ‘peace with justice’. As The New Yorker has recognised, ‘her dreamlike poems underscore the notion that one finds clarity by repeatedly stepping outside one’s usual frame of reference.’
I may not be in the trenches, but I am in a front line of my own making.
— Matisse, 19 July 1916
‘This poet challenges the reader with poems you must read like fire-flames — fascinating, glimmering experiences that conjure surreal images dissolving into each other with such mental speed that on first reading you receive the sensation, the emotional charge, the imagery, without being at all certain of the poem’s actuality . . . Through these disturbing, amusing, often caustic poems runs a powerful affirmative undertone, a sense of the poet’s own courage, her reliance on the power of her art to discover and relate the truth, even in extremis, even as she follows the example of Matisse in wartime, surviving aesthetically by ‘drawing ballerinas’.’ — James J. McAuley, Poetry Ireland Review
|Publication date||1 Dec 2001|