the closing image however. If [Kit] Wright can see the skull beneath the skin it is because the poem's deepening voltaic hum finally crackles into a moment of electrifying illumination where faces are "tripped/Into . . . sudden transparency"--almost more terrifying in its way than the blackness through which we stumble towards extinction. Short Afternoons
from The Times Literary Supplement: Poem of the Week: Short Afternoons
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