About this ebook
Landscapes glimpsed include the concrete, the granite and the crumbling. Devon, Gwynedd, Birmingham, Edinburgh, Oswestry ... all combine with stranger sources. The poems could be about getting old, getting bored or just getting there.
Poetry is like any other distillation process. It depends upon the quality of the ingredients, the precision of the still, the maturity of the oaken casks, and the craft of the maker. The outcome can be the deep aroma of an Islay malt or an unpleasant poisoning. I hope Returning Channels is a bit of both.
From philosopher emperors on the train to a little known emperor of the wing, with just a mention of a taxidermy museum, much ground is covered in this book. It is a first collection from a poet specialising in the obscure, the incoherent, and the personal (not to mention the shallow).
About the author
Some authors live to write. The words flow sleeping or awake; always defining, specifying, making different. It would be a lie to say that Tim Brenan is one of those writers. “People have lived in this land of Britain for many thousands of years. In nearly every part at one time or another people have laboured, loved, created, farmed, fought and died. Their buildings, art and beliefs are around us if we care to look. Ignoring them disrespects their lives. It has to be a reason to write, to record.” Tim is a fan of Exeter City, watching football at the real, and now only, St. James’ Park. He is also a supporter of the Green Party. Often inspired in Wales, Tim Brenan lives in Exeter and drinks his own cider. For poetic purposes he is sometimes named `Y Brenin Llwyd’ ’
