Matti Spence

When it comes to letting go of the image Matti Spence

Here is a light-footed intelligence, stepping syllabically through a specific rural world, whose roads and pylons and language keep reminding that this is not all that there is. Machines need fixing; moss that wraps branches 'is like 'a distant view of a green utopian city' and that too might need fixing. This isn't a poet watching that world; this is a poet in it, using the resources, the accommodation to hand, and always, it seems, knowing when to stop. - John Hall