Incredibly syllabic in its Haiku-like assertions, Fate Go Fugg Yerself Part 1 neither rhymes nor pertains to belong to that which we believe to be free verse. It dispenses with any pretensions to structure but to fully immerse yourself in the voice and intent of this piece you must seek out and absorb the pauses. What has popularly been known as detonator poetry by the great, very late Wilson Farting-Daily-Rarely-Cleering-Bowels, is nowhere more in evidence in Fate Go Fugg Yerself Part 1. When musing on the voice, one wonders if there is a person at all. The theme, whilst self-evident, is hidden in the mood. The author - and there is much speculation as to his or her true identity - clearly likes to gripe and moan his or her way through life. The meaning is underlying yet obvious and sometimes obverse or reverse, if you persevere. I made a note of the emotions I felt as I separated and determined everything which is consistent and obscure in what at first appears a slight murmur of a work. The symbolism, irony, metaphors and similes are sublime yet earthy to the point of moistened compost. Having put it all together the style and ebb and flow combines to provide a nature which speaks in every syllable of language and ultimately, even more language. Quite simple - staggering.
DR DAVID FEELGOOD-STANZASOVERHIEROFF
THE SHORT POETRY REVIEW