{"id":425,"date":"2014-12-07T11:56:18","date_gmt":"2014-12-07T11:56:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thehamiltongalleryonline.com\/blog\/?p=425"},"modified":"2014-12-07T15:33:30","modified_gmt":"2014-12-07T15:33:30","slug":"a-wounds-sound-by-gillian-prew","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thehamiltongalleryonline.com\/blog\/?p=425","title":{"rendered":"A Wound’s Sound by Gillian Prew"},"content":{"rendered":"

On the back cover of Gillian Prew’s recent book of poetry it says: “The ambient howl-sound pervades everything. The gutted beasts are everywhere – billions raised and slaughtered for food globally each year. ‘A Wound’s Sound’ is an attempt to distil and voice their pain and their silence.<\/em>” \u00a0 After reading this I thought to myself, well, there is no one more capable than Prew through the art form of poetry, who could more vividly and poignantly illustrate, expose the plight of “gutted beasts everywhere.<\/em>”<\/p>\n

If there ever would be such a level\u00a0of recognition for poets, Prew is no doubt in my opinion the\u00a0ever-rising superstar in the world of poetry. \u00a0 Prew\u00a0lends support to\u00a0my claim\u00a0 in A Wound’s Sound<\/em>, where her word imagery is visually rich as dessert and powerfully potent as hemlock. She is the master, the teacher, who can perceptually lure you in and then hook you forever in one poetic sentence. \u00a0 As exemplified on page 22 of her\u00a0book in a poem called This Poem<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

This poem has blood in its ears\/
\nit is being hauled up by a hook\/
\nit is losing consciousness.<\/p>\n

To entice you to buy and become totally immersed within the word imagery of a poet I consider the best of the best out there today, Gillian Prew, I leave you with her poem on page 61 of A Wound’s Sound called Still Life.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Blister blooms meat and farrow pearls
\nstaining a grunted image of violet dust\/
\ngrowing slate-grey in lumbering spins. Is
\nlit buds and a wall of wind. Skyline cry
\nand a scatter of stone-scuffed snout
\ndown among the decay\/eyes all
\nclever shine and sorrow.<\/p>\n

Peace out and love Gillian Prew \u00a0 \u00a0 ~Keith Alan Hamilton~<\/p>\n

Buy Gillian Prew’s book A Wounds Sound.<\/p>\n