A Full-On Basso Profondo

Synopsis

Ken Evans’s collection is structured in three inter-locking and overlapping sequences: Family; Masculinity; and America. Subjects range from the personal sacrifice and meaning of an organ donation; the loss of a child in still-birth; the death of a friend through drink, as well as bigger themes of our constant wars and forebodings of climate collapse. But these poems also experience hope, humour and optimism shining through – and often co-existing with the darker themes, thus poems on the small vagaries and mishaps of our digital lives, of the money-anxieties of car maintenance, or of negotiating airport security with a replacement hip.

Praise for this Book

‘Evans has always been the keenest observer of the private self, the historical person, and all the versions in between. He writes the family with an unrivalled, gimlet-eyed affection; a wicked sense of humour and a deeper sense of compassion. In his new collection time seems to pass in two directions, through vivid memory and an inexplicable future, quantumly entangled. What we have, what we have always had, is each other, and all the complications that entails. His speakers have an encyclopaedic curiosity and wit, but the more we understand the more a definitive interpretation seems to recede like a false horizon. We’re supremely lucky to have a poet like him.’ —Luke Kennard

‘In a century where ‘memes float around like so much space debris’, Ken Evans’s latest collection quests for a different kind of intimacy, to go back to ‘what we know, at the sub-atomic level’. Whether unfolding childhood memories or scouring the corners of Travelodge rooms and pharmacy shelves, the energetic phrasing here enlivens every observation as we orbit ‘a sun raised by possibilities’.’ —John McCullough

Praise for Previous Work

‘This is poetry with energy and vision, displaying a forensic accuracy of metaphor and image to deliver writing which disturbs, delights and moves the reader, often all at once.’ —David Harmer, Orbis

‘To An Occupier Burning Holes is above all a well-observed collection, in which Evans seems to “really see” what he writes about, yet here he acknowledges the limits of language and poetry. Within these confines, though, this is a poet who uses his considerable craft to treat of themes and issues in a carefully personal way. Overall, an individual and distinctive collection.’ —Tim Murphy, The Friday Poem

‘There’s a difficulty in reviewing a collection of poems in which the perspective shifts between an ostensibly dispassionate survey of international crises and the intimacy of human and family relationships, especially when the poet also displays considerable formal variety in response to the themes he explores. Yet the world as it is now seems to demand our attention, while our nearest connections, if we are fortunate, draw out our capacity for warmth and, inevitably, grief at loss. Ken Evans’ new collection spans this wide range and a review can give only a small flavour of the variety within.’ —Kathleen Bell, The High Window