Issuing from the body-mind's grisly interwedge, Heather Phillipson's poems are a protest against well-stitched seams, an off-loading of intellectual baggage, a shout from the deep-ish channels of fear. Phillipson's much-anticipated debut collection, Instant-flex 718 is an operati of reactivation. Splicing the leftovers of culture with spurious monologues discharged from an arrhythmic right ventricle or a mouth filled with half-chewed peanuts, the poems unpick and destabilize. The poet is a plasterer, entering the spits and drips with urgency. An internationally exhibiting artist, Phillipson has an impertinence and dynamism incomparably her own. Her poems observe the ordinary world stagger. Shortlisted for the Fenton Aldeburgh First Collection Prize.
