You should really buy my book.
Thou Shalt Not Suffer. £6. (for postage outside the UK, please Contact Me)
Philippa Nayer’s Thou Shalt Not Suffer collects together sharply intelligent, emotionally convulsive language, cut-up as we read. This is uncompromising poetry, riving and edgy. Not so much raw as roaring. From her daringly frank cut-ups of Foucault to her disjunctive baring of personal attachment to her dark critique of social justice, one can hear undeniably the ‘hiss of burnt wood’ in these poems. The poems’ hiss in this collection is the hiss of the contemporary young poet. Nayer is one to watch. Stephen Mooney (poet, Veer Books)