Poetry. Rob MacKenzie is an analytical artist. His vibrant language expresses the impact of love and landscape on his alert senses. This writer has an appetite and gulps for lingering vapours; reaches for the scales of a saithe. His knack of tuning-in to the rhythm of groundswell is awesome: 'Nothing has the time of Mudro's loom.' He probes regrets and opportunities; departures; the rural sprays of Lewis; the urban clashes of Cambridge, Edinburgh, Stornoway. But he is fundamentally positive in his restless linguistic energy ...
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Poetry. Rob MacKenzie is an analytical artist. His vibrant language expresses the impact of love and landscape on his alert senses. This writer has an appetite and gulps for lingering vapours; reaches for the scales of a saithe. His knack of tuning-in to the rhythm of groundswell is awesome: 'Nothing has the time of Mudro's loom.' He probes regrets and opportunities; departures; the rural sprays of Lewis; the urban clashes of Cambridge, Edinburgh, Stornoway. But he is fundamentally positive in his restless linguistic energy. At times that verve seems out of control but better that -- surely -- than tame verse. And when his analysis reacts totally with language, the resultant spray of words could only be Rob MacKenzie's -- Ian Stephen.
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