Sacredly Profane has all the outstanding qualities of Kevin Densley's previous collections, sparky lyricism, revealing jaunts down the byways of history, an abiding fascination with overlapping high and low cultures, but also a new, and strangely timely, element: deep, resonant pathos. Readers can still, find sea horses delicate as embryos, dreamy girlfriends naked in Arcady and childhood athletes shattered like meringues, but also, the erasure of families from a bleak landscape.
