Lost and bewildered, cursed to flit from tree to tree, Sweeney has lived in the woods so long he’s almost forgotten who he is. Most of us have forgotten, too. Playful and poignant by turns, Woodsong reinvents the medieval epic Buile Suihbhne as a sequence of slant lyrics about loneliness, companionship and what keeps a myth alive.
It is apt to find the word ‘song’ nestled in the title of this manuscript which regales us so deftly with its tunes. I am reminded, by reading this, of poetry’s capacity to tell a tale and to sing at the same time, and in so doing give us a sense of a word’s arcane resonances; those that show themselves only if we take the time to listen. – Kayo Chingonyi
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