Will Harris takes British poetry into new waters: RENDANG is an astonishing debut. These questing poems rend and render, they tear and they give. Slipping between the everyday and the unreal, between crystalline lyric and a roving, essayistic expansiveness, their shapeshifting delves into the self and its precarious foundations... Many are heart-stopping: the kind of poem that makes you put down the book for a while just to breathe
Sarah Howe, winner of the T.S. Eliot Prize
Harris's poems turn the utterance back to ourselves, opening a dialogue between us, our modernity, the depth of our loss and the weight of our remembering. Where epithets rend memory from the moment, the artefacts of wounds heal themselves through a weft of irony, weaving language into a hard-earned scar
The best... With withering sleight of hand, Harris takes facile expectations of poets of colour and gleefully turns them inside out... These poems are disquisitions on the labour of poet-making, the delicate task of constructing a persona both on and off the page in a culture market currently inclined to reduce you to your ethno-cultural background... RENDANG is a wonder, and we are lucky to have it'
Will Harris on Granta.com
Poetry | Granta 152
At the Peckhamplex
‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’