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Hera Lindsay Bird — Hera Lindsay Bird

I know that everybody’s already read Hera Lindsay Bird

You have scrutinised the poems……………….and the poet

But it’s late on a Monday and my flatmate is the books editor and I’m

Doing her a solid.

 

The thing with Hera’s poetry is…………………………………..

It’s ineffable………………………………………..

“It’s like the World of Wearable Art.”

There’s a reason she’s a local rock star.

 

There is a roving quality to fact and form

The ramblings of a brain both besotted and bemused by

This strange world

………………..and she says “fuck” a lot.

 

Hera Lindsay Bird covers everything from bisexuality to Nostradamus

It’s like a compendium to life in your twenties

It’s a blistering conglomeration of think and feel

It’s the Wellington millennial’s avant-garde Bible.

 

Her voice is all its own…………………………………………

Hence why this poem is so bad at emulating it.

“It’s a bad crime to say poetry in poetry…

But it’s boring to be so tasteful.”

 

This review is going to seem like a mockery

I promise, it’s actually proving

How very difficult it is to write like Hera Bird

…………………..And why you should read her book instead of this.

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