A note on the recent work of Francesca Lisette

Wrapt disjunct, star-pressed breath. The poetry keeps resolving into two or three word phrases - receptors, transductive forms, sometimes achingly phantasmagoric, though fleetingly so. I mean a fused excess. The Lisette poem field is one of untranscendable quasi-objects, in the best sense: an unbridgeable and indeterminate distance sets off the kind of malaise which strengthens the practises of integration. If there is a developing totalisation in every snatched part of the poem, this is a mediation or pledge for contradictory being, amplified by the fused forms taken.

Edmund Hardy

Star Chamber Review: a series of short single paragraph reviews of poetry events and publications, hosted at "Intercapillary Space".

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