There is an arresting and profound specificity to Susannah Dickey\'s astute tragicomedy, in which the sky is \'the colour of a cous cous salad\', gods rub shoulders with video game characters and everyone is enslaved to desire.
At the centre of this work beats a star-bright pain, seen through the poems\' breezy vacillations and squandered love, crushed to.
Corrupting the classically male, reportedly frivolous hendecasyllabic form, Dickey forges a register that feels both ancient and millennial.
There is an arresting and profound specificity to Susannah Dickey\'s astute tragicomedy, in which the sky is \'the colour of a cous cous salad\', gods rub shoulders with video game characters and everyone is enslaved to desire
