Jen Crawford's bad appendix may be the most daring book of poetry published anywhere this year. Crawford often writes about everyday, apparently uncomplicated subjects - a walk down the road, a kiss, a patch of grass with sun on it - but her language is dense and mysterious. Reading bad appendix is like walking through a formal garden that gradually becomes a tangled forest.
|Media of output||Book|
|Number of pages||72|
|Place of Publication||Auckland|
|Publication status||Published - 2008|