Publisher's Synopsis
In a world of glib and vacuous communication, integrity - that which insists on being itself - must retreat: if not into silence, then at least into a kind of inarticulacy. Some of the poems in Gillian Allnutt's sixth collection reveal a deliberate hesitation. There's a rhythm that stutters, stops, starts again. And sometimes there's a distrust of the whole sentence - because it has left out what cannot be expressed in a whole sentence because it is broken, fragmentary, as yet only half-retrieved. These are poems that ask for patience from the reader. They ask you not only to listen but to wait, as you would wait for the words of an abused child, a battered woman, a victim or a veteran of war. At the same time, they are poems that know: you can only refuse to forget if you've learned how to laugh, to let go. And they invite you, sometimes, to smile.
