Misuse

<p class=ql-align-justify>It moves easily around colour science botany ... it's a tour de force. My hands itched for the physical touch of it (even if repulsion) ... it's a dance drawing the reader into these beautiful and sometimes complicated steps. I had to look up words and then sat back and let it all bounce around inside my skull.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>- Laura Davis </strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>In<em> Misuse</em> Julia Rose Lewis creates a wonderful word world where the reader lives between green and grey between muses and mouses. In this place where yarn trees and physics intertwine naming - of colours of abstracts of things - is enacted in a way that is both craftily complex and beautifully beguiling.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>- Ailsa Holland</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>A quantum meditation that turns personal mythologies into scientific invocations; a visionary field report merging telescopic with microscopic in the impulse to discover what has been felt and in touching that feeling what might be created and re-created in the experience. This is uniquely uncompromising original and experimental writing brought into the invisible realities of the world and its intimacy.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Julia Rose Lewis dissects and conjures language in ways that reveal poetry to itself; a form for the formless forming... how physics and magic swap tricks in the atomic play of meaning. All is chiasmic alive and honestly unresolved. Poetics becomes a chemistry of embodiment not a terrain of representation but a flashing of colour that initiates perceptive and sensory communion - and with what? Alongside whales snails minerals dandelions bears and seaweed the poems usher attention into its own funhouse mirror: watching the entanglements of perception and sensation as they come into being; they find and lose themselves in the making just as how we as readers find and lose ourselves in the reading. This is above all extraordinary and important writing: brave bizarre and deeply committed to its own inventive taxonomy of experience.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Reading </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Misuse</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> is like uncovering a diary that has been written and rewritten by the chemical trace and volatile motion of living. Something that we are all a part of and yet rarely have the privilege of seeing.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong>- </strong><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>David Spittle</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p><br></p>