`The delight of Ian Seed's brilliantly droll poems is that they are
not entirely droll. They look and sound normal, like brief prose
anecdotes told in a bar but the apparent normality is edged with
disorientation, menace and anxiety. We slip over the edge in an
instant and look to recover our balance but can't quite. The world
has gone, leaving behind a comical void. And that, we understand,
is the nature of the world. The voice is controlled, in fact it's
perfect. It's just that nothing else is.' -George Szirtes
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