I love Philip Gross's poetry (and have been lucky enough to hear him read and talk about it on 2 occasions), and this book is no exception to that pleasure. He plays here with words, with ideas, with sounds, with structure, and with all kinds of connections, to consider what we are and how we are, often through breaking our existence down to the tiniest parts and then bringing it back up to our interconnectedness, our insignificance and our significance, our frailty and mortality and then again the ways in which we have a kind of permanence. Oh dear, anything I try to say is probably pointless. Read Philip Gross.
this is my first poetry collection by philip gross and I'm glad to have discovered him! this collection manages to turn the extraordinary into mundane, to create original imagery out of the transience of our lives while combining it with the seeming infinity of the Life with a capital l.