Unexhausted Time inhabits a world of dream and dawn, in which thoughts touch us 'like soft rain', and all the elements are brought closer in. Feelings, messages, symbols, visions . . . Emily Berry's latest collection takes shape in the half-light between the real and the imagined, where everything is lost and yet 'nothing goes away'. Here life's innumerable impressions, moo Unexhausted Time inhabits a world of dream and dawn, in which thoughts touch us 'like soft rain', and all the elements are brought closer in. Feelings, messages, symbols, visions . . . Emily Berry's latest collection takes shape in the half-light between the real and the imagined, where everything is lost and yet 'nothing goes away'. Here life's innumerable impressions, moods, seasons and d�j� vus collect and disarrange themselves, while a glowing, companionable 'I' travels the mind's landscapes in hope of refuge and transformation amid these displaced moments in time. Whether one reads Unexhausted Time as a long poem to step into or a series of titled and untitled fragments to pick up and cherish, the work is healing and inspiring, always asking how we might harness the power of naming without losing life's 'magic unknownness'. By offering these intangible encounters, Emily Berry more truly presents 'what being alive is'. 'Emily Berry has a refreshingly free, not to say incendiary, approach to poetry.' Observer
Unexhausted Time
Unexhausted Time inhabits a world of dream and dawn, in which thoughts touch us 'like soft rain', and all the elements are brought closer in. Feelings, messages, symbols, visions . . . Emily Berry's latest collection takes shape in the half-light between the real and the imagined, where everything is lost and yet 'nothing goes away'. Here life's innumerable impressions, moo Unexhausted Time inhabits a world of dream and dawn, in which thoughts touch us 'like soft rain', and all the elements are brought closer in. Feelings, messages, symbols, visions . . . Emily Berry's latest collection takes shape in the half-light between the real and the imagined, where everything is lost and yet 'nothing goes away'. Here life's innumerable impressions, moods, seasons and d�j� vus collect and disarrange themselves, while a glowing, companionable 'I' travels the mind's landscapes in hope of refuge and transformation amid these displaced moments in time. Whether one reads Unexhausted Time as a long poem to step into or a series of titled and untitled fragments to pick up and cherish, the work is healing and inspiring, always asking how we might harness the power of naming without losing life's 'magic unknownness'. By offering these intangible encounters, Emily Berry more truly presents 'what being alive is'. 'Emily Berry has a refreshingly free, not to say incendiary, approach to poetry.' Observer
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• Lip • We went to visit an old woman. She had recently lost a nephew or a grandson, forget which. We were sitting at a table in the kitchen having tea, and the woman was lamenting that so many bits of her were falling off. I asked if there were any she could show us. She took hold of her lower lip, which I now saw was unattached to the rest of her face and just propped there against her mouth. She handed it to me on a plate. It did not look appetising. To oblige her I took my knife and fork, cu • Lip • We went to visit an old woman. She had recently lost a nephew or a grandson, forget which. We were sitting at a table in the kitchen having tea, and the woman was lamenting that so many bits of her were falling off. I asked if there were any she could show us. She took hold of her lower lip, which I now saw was unattached to the rest of her face and just propped there against her mouth. She handed it to me on a plate. It did not look appetising. To oblige her I took my knife and fork, cut off a small piece and started chewing it. I chewed for a long time. I sat there smiling at the old woman, tormented, because now she had no lower lip, her bottom teeth were exposed as she spoke, all this and if my life depended on it I could not eat what she had given me.
Tulika –
A refreshing perspective on relationships and purpose I liked the way the Emily encourages us to look in a new way at our expectations from relationships, coping with loss and welcoming change. Her poems reflect the purpose and worthlessness of our thoughts making it an intriguing read...
Jessica Macdonald –
The 2* is definitely because I chose to read this as an audiobook rather than a physical book. I usually adore poetry but this reading of it was far too fast and emotionless for me to get much out of it. I may re-read this in a physical form where I can take my time and really take in every word and I’m sure my rating would increase.
Lewis Isbell –
the writer can write but tries their best to write shite
Brainard –
Gorgeous writing with a sense that so much we do is misunderstood or misread, beautiful.
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