Falling Body Tunisian Ali MosbahThe poems in Falling Body, David Cavanagh's second collection, cover ground with quirkiness, precision, and grace. They move the way a life moves in and out of personal and public territory, past and present perspectives, inner and outer worlds. They chart inevitable falls and celebrate, sometimes with wry humour, sometimes with muted joy, getting up again. The poems touch down lightly on large topics and move on, nervous of becoming trapped in easy
and for the ease with which it moves back and forth between widely differing poetic idioms
and on trips to other places including China
the great advantage is that this reads easily and naturally
Neil Lawrence
The Nightingale Water and Knowledge in the Blood (2002)
organised religion or sexual mutilation
“A gleam of genius
The book does not read like a first collection
to be uncomfortably contemporary
In poems that are at once formally alert and alive to the possibilities of new departure
since the first snowdrop came shouldering up through the frost
photographs – and a wide range of issues: causes for lament
