Anders Villani

Adam Ford Reviews Rae White’s Milk Teeth and Anders Villani’s Aril Wire

Poetry debuts are not necessarily juvenilia. The vagaries of poetry publishing mean that by the time a poet’s first collection is published they often are, at least by some standards, emerging fully formed, able and ready to demonstrate their skill to a willing audience.

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Moravian Eclipse Myth (Corona of Hunters and Prey)

Seven women roam a caldera in the mountains. One starred in a ‘90s sketch comedy—wigged damsel Fabio strummed the lute for. One knows how arms at sea say, Save me, above the waves and below; her red one-piece’s cut grooves …

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Young Animism

A white-blonde boy stands toe-to-wave on a surf beach in Queensland, midwinter. He has just dug from the shallows a small, ruddy shell. Some kind of ark, perhaps although the plump red-lipped mouth—that cups his right ear, nibbles it, hisses …

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Bedtime Story/Reveille

Snow can’t have fallen. There was a chessboard on a scintillating bluff of stairwell flesh—what-all he up endued, or down, with pivots, concretised. It smelt of old spit- air let from a carnival mallet. 5 a.m. He’s in a bed, …

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Learn the Flowers

Entry for February 5th, 1798. Wordsworth walks to Stowey with Coleridge. She observes some trees putting up red shoots. And then, innocently, she signs off: Query—What trees are they?. In twelfth-grade philosophy class you visited a Buddhist temple, somewhere out …

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Cabin Near Stirling

Vision crowded with mass coronal injections —the pit he’d kicked in the snow behind their untreated log cabin so shallow he was shitting on himself— skin too numb to notice, was this one of the welcome numbs—White Sallee copse too …

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