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Exposure

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ISBN: 9780995791695
AuthorRowell, Julie-Ann
Pub Date31/10/2019
BindingPaperback
CountryIRL
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Publisher: Turas Press
Quick overview This is a finely-wrought, dramatic collection of poems woven from the landscape and folklore of the Orkney Islands, where Julie-ann Rowell used to live and still frequently visits. Exposure is the poet's homage to the landscape, culture and history of the archipelago. Her personal response to this mysterious world imperceptibly draws the reader into reflections on contemporary social matters
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"In these poems Rowell sets herself up as observer and narrator and it is this distance that allows for an unusual, unsentimental telling of the islands' history and people. Exposure is a very fine book, a dark hymn to the wonder and mystery of this most remote and fascinating of archipelagos." Greta Stoddart.
"In this tender, vivid exploration of heart and place, Rowell opens us up to a geography and a community as she negotiates larger ideas of relationship. This is a book that burns bright with honesty, and care."
"Such is the psychological strength of these poems, they pitch us with them, where 'the hour is tawney at the heel of the hill'…These poems are no place for the faint-hearted, are where 'a single stone has been cleaved by lightning' yet still 'survived thousands of years'. " Martin Figura.

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"In these poems Rowell sets herself up as observer and narrator and it is this distance that allows for an unusual, unsentimental telling of the islands' history and people. Exposure is a very fine book, a dark hymn to the wonder and mystery of this most remote and fascinating of archipelagos." Greta Stoddart.
"In this tender, vivid exploration of heart and place, Rowell opens us up to a geography and a community as she negotiates larger ideas of relationship. This is a book that burns bright with honesty, and care."
"Such is the psychological strength of these poems, they pitch us with them, where 'the hour is tawney at the heel of the hill'…These poems are no place for the faint-hearted, are where 'a single stone has been cleaved by lightning' yet still 'survived thousands of years'. " Martin Figura.