bloodthirsty for marriage

<p>There is an arresting and profound specificity to Susannah Dickey’s astute tragicomedy in which the sky is ‘the colour of a cous cous salad’ gods rub shoulders with video game characters and everyone is enslaved to desire. Corrupting the classically male reportedly frivolous hendecasyllabic form Dickey forges a register that feels both ancient and millennial. At the centre of this work beats a star-bright pain seen through the poems’ breezy vacillations and squandered love crushed to a shimmer.</p>