Description
Like its totem creature, the poems in Octopus are canny, slippery, and metamorphic. As apt to channel the confessionalism of Anne Sexton as the red-in-tooth-and-claw nature poetry of Ted Hughes, Warner’s voice ranges freely from the colloquial to the baroque. Over the past fifteen years, by harbouring and honouring such fraught tensions, Warner has been building one of the most taut and original bodies of work in Canadian literature. In Octopus we have him at his best.
PRAISE FOR OCTOPUS
“Warner has a wonderful skill for wielding rhythm and rhyme…engaging and memorable.” —Canadian Literature
PRAISE FOR PATRICK WARNER
“Warner’s poems can be comical, tender, brutal … they are always enlightening in their implied connections, sublime in their musical inventiveness.”—Sunday Independent
“I don’t know if anyone in contemporary poetry is bearing more eloquent, precisely strange witness to the certainty of their doubts than Warner.”—ARC Poetry Magazine
