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So there is another poet who takes as long as I do to work out a poem. I've read a decent bit about Don Paterson, too, in TLS, I think, but he always sounded sort of like anyone else I don't want to read: talky, writing about affairs or his kids or something, formally inconsistent (half Scots, half standard English), maybe a bit cautious, etc. But I usually don't read reviews very carefully. And sometimes reviewers (even in the best mags) have no idea what they're trying to say or should be saying when they review (or 'look at') a book of poems. And when I have to review reviews to find things out (which I do), sometimes I just don't bother at all.
But thanks, Don Paterson. Landing Light.
Ferrari's 2004 F1 entry was launched today to international indifference. In the press, a lot of shit about Bridgestone, a little shit about Ferrari.