Poetry. Sculptures whisper, glow, in plazas of vermilion,/ minotaurs and motherless perdice/ traverse night's highway of cars and thermometers. The deep feeling for the West Country terrain, the vernacular outcroppings that run like ripples through the text, make Nicholas Johnson's LAND a haunting and wonderful reading experience --Edward Dorn. Nicholas Johnson's poetry carries us into a super-reality of its own -- David Gascoyne.
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