Michael Penny – författare

"My best actions are a parrot's / bright feathers in the dark jungle / trying to catch your eye / with the colour and flight / which says, I am here / and trying to do what's right." Do we make the universe, or does it make us? In Outside, Inside, Michael Penny positions each of us at the centre of this mystery, but lightens this presumption with irony and word-play that is as entertaining as it is thought-provoking. The three hundred short, linked poems in this collection begin with a complaint about the unknowability of what's outside and what's inside, but then shift to an engagement with the very nature of this outside/inside dichotomy. Penny then explores the many ways the question arises for us: through travel, wind, rain, signs, ladders, landscape, the sun, the moon, even parrot feathers, and, of course, in how we use words and find meaning in them. Ultimately, the poems ask whether we construct what's outside, or whether what's outside constructs us.

Michael Penny addresses his poems directly to the reader, challenging you to satisfy your need to investigate and understand the sensory and intellectual assumptions we use to make sense of our world. Balanced between abstract metaphysical challenges and the concrete and commonplace, Penny''s poetry considers a range of topics, including cars, bruises, lotteries, pine needles, and dogs, infusing each with strangeness and unexpected intrigue. A lively and surprising collection, Particles joins together inner and outer space and suggests that you might not know what you think you know.

Michael Penny addresses his poems directly to the reader, challenging you to satisfy your need to investigate and understand the sensory and intellectual assumptions we use to make sense of our world. Balanced between abstract metaphysical challenges and the concrete and commonplace, Penny''s poetry considers a range of topics, including cars, bruises, lotteries, pine needles, and dogs, infusing each with strangeness and unexpected intrigue. A lively and surprising collection, Particles joins together inner and outer space and suggests that you might not know what you think you know.

"My best actions are a parrot''s / bright feathers in the dark jungle / trying to catch your eye / with the colour and flight / which says, I am here / and trying to do what’s right." Do we make the universe, or does it make us? In Outside, Inside, Michael Penny positions each of us at the centre of this mystery, but lightens this presumption with irony and word-play that is as entertaining as it is thought-provoking. The three hundred short, linked poems in this collection begin with a complaint about the unknowability of what''s outside and what''s inside, but then shift to an engagement with the very nature of this outside/inside dichotomy. Penny then explores the many ways the question arises for us: through travel, wind, rain, signs, ladders, landscape, the sun, the moon, even parrot feathers, and, of course, in how we use words and find meaning in them. Ultimately, the poems ask whether we construct what''s outside, or whether what''s outside constructs us.

"My best actions are a parrot''s / bright feathers in the dark jungle / trying to catch your eye / with the colour and flight / which says, I am here / and trying to do what’s right." Do we make the universe, or does it make us? In Outside, Inside, Michael Penny positions each of us at the centre of this mystery, but lightens this presumption with irony and word-play that is as entertaining as it is thought-provoking. The three hundred short, linked poems in this collection begin with a complaint about the unknowability of what''s outside and what''s inside, but then shift to an engagement with the very nature of this outside/inside dichotomy. Penny then explores the many ways the question arises for us: through travel, wind, rain, signs, ladders, landscape, the sun, the moon, even parrot feathers, and, of course, in how we use words and find meaning in them. Ultimately, the poems ask whether we construct what''s outside, or whether what''s outside constructs us.