Hera Lindsay Bird
|Author:||Hera Lindsay Bird|
Bird turns her prescient eye on love and loss, and what emerges is like a helicopter in fog... or a bejewelled Christmas sleigh, gliding triumphantly through the contemporary aesthetic desert... this is at once an intelligent and compelling fantasy of tenderness... heartbreaking and charged with trees... without once sacrificing the forest.
Whether you are masturbating luxuriously in your parent's sleepout... or pushing a pork roast home in a vintage pram... this is the book for you... heroically and compulsively stupid... whipping you once again into medieval sunlight. But you know, do whatever you like lol
Jesse Mckay Best First Book Award for Poetry - Ockham New Zealand Book Awards 2017.
'I think there's a pretty strong case which suggests Hera Lindsay Bird is like the most exciting newish poet in NZ.' -Steve Braunias
'Hi, dear, have to say how much we enjoyed, if right word, the Hate poem. Really made us think, loved the line about the ancient cannon.' -text message from Ashleigh Young's mum