32pp. Eleanor Tennyson, edition of 100
Eleanor Tennyson’s Half-Life is a book of diminished lyrics – porous, sensitized, title-less, they speak quietly, as they are sensible enough to ‘fear chronology’; they experience memories as debt because their future has been mortgaged. Figures recur like intrusive thoughts: Anna Karenina, horse races, a dead person’s Xbox – and a thin, continuous note sounds throughout, like an alarm – hatred of the rich, death drive, an unshakeable suspicion of the bogus. It keeps the poems in touch with the real mystery. In fact, it won’t leave them alone.
32pp. Eleanor Tennyson, edition of 100
Eleanor Tennyson’s Half-Life is a book of diminished lyrics – porous, sensitized, title-less, they speak quietly, as they are sensible enough to ‘fear chronology’; they experience memories as debt because their future has been mortgaged. Figures recur like intrusive thoughts: Anna Karenina, horse races, a dead person’s Xbox – and a thin, continuous note sounds throughout, like an alarm – hatred of the rich, death drive, an unshakeable suspicion of the bogus. It keeps the poems in touch with the real mystery. In fact, it won’t leave them alone.