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Transfusions Of Truth and A Far Cry : Devika Brendon Reviews Anne Casey’s ‘The Light We Cannot See’
2021
single work
review
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , vol. 32 no. 2 2021;
— Review of The Light We Cannot See 2021 single work poetry'My review of this dazzling book has been delayed by my father’s recent death. But the greatest tribute I can give to Anne Casey is to say that reviewing her work has been one of my greatest consolations in the past several weeks. I find myself rereading the poems in this collection several times a day, like a devout person telling their prayer beads. This analogy feels like a natural one: the poems as a whole speak of faith, in human capacity for joy and connection, a reaching for what affirms life, expressed in longing for those things we have lost, and fear losing forever, during the ordeal we are all experiencing as we navigate the enforced separations and prolonged anxieties induced by the ongoing pandemic.' (Introduction)
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Opening the Inner Eye : Anne Casey's 'the light we cannot see'
2021
single work
review
— Appears in: Verity La , September 2021;
— Review of The Light We Cannot See 2021 single work poetry
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Opening the Inner Eye : Anne Casey's 'the light we cannot see'
2021
single work
review
— Appears in: Verity La , September 2021;
— Review of The Light We Cannot See 2021 single work poetry -
Transfusions Of Truth and A Far Cry : Devika Brendon Reviews Anne Casey’s ‘The Light We Cannot See’
2021
single work
review
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , vol. 32 no. 2 2021;
— Review of The Light We Cannot See 2021 single work poetry'My review of this dazzling book has been delayed by my father’s recent death. But the greatest tribute I can give to Anne Casey is to say that reviewing her work has been one of my greatest consolations in the past several weeks. I find myself rereading the poems in this collection several times a day, like a devout person telling their prayer beads. This analogy feels like a natural one: the poems as a whole speak of faith, in human capacity for joy and connection, a reaching for what affirms life, expressed in longing for those things we have lost, and fear losing forever, during the ordeal we are all experiencing as we navigate the enforced separations and prolonged anxieties induced by the ongoing pandemic.' (Introduction)
