When Andrew McMillan published his first poetry collection, physical, in 2015, the response was extraordinary. Straightforwardly indebted to Thom Gunn and Sharon Olds, but at the same time fresh, vivid and utterly unexpected, physical was a collection unlike any other. But in this, his follow-up collection, playtime, the poet does an impressive job of shrugging off expectations and writing just as cleanly and clearly as he did first time around. Physical by Andrew McMillan review – hymns to intimacy Read moreAnd it’s adulthood’s complex satisfactions that occupy McMillan in the second half of the collection. They’re lovely, lilting paeans to beauty and to the loss of the selves that might have been, if other decisions had been taken.

Source: The Guardian November 03, 2018 12:00 UTC