A consideration of how to write finds unexpected analogies with everything from whalers to nurses to waiters
Niall Campbell's first full-length collection, Moontide, published last week by Bloodaxe, reveals an un-showy craftsman, feet firmly on good local ground, even as his imagination takes off. Campbell is not given to self-conscious pronouncements about poetry, which is perhaps why, when he ventures into that territory in this week's poem, The Work, the result is gently, wittily illuminating.
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