To make a poem in the shape of a person is no more than appropriate when we all are persons, and whatever is experienced is coloured by a personality: a multiplanar coherence scanned by urgent or languid needs, made vivid by pleasure or pain. Only in such a shape, protecting us like a vessel, could we sail through the dissonant fluctuations and inverted exchanges of the modern landscape without disintegrating altogether.
Fifteen Exits shows us the distorting polychrome glass fragments of the urban mosaic and we will see a picture, binding them all together. What a relief, to find someone who is interested in live experience rahter than the arbitrary, distanced, monotony of an experiment. All round, mud-flats of tedious confusion and easily refuted self-assertion are filled with unsilent poets.
This is an exceptionally beautiful book, alternating expertly between the flaneur's quizzical intelligence and pure lyric. A mastery of pace has arranged the whole: where we see a ripple of change at every line yet every one is leisurely and contenting. Somehow the author has, by moving at exactly the same speed as the metropolitan vortex, managed to catch its glittering psychological possibilities and reduce them to a pattern.