I just didn’t get this! There was one poem set in an art museum which was good. I think Peter is more a poet’s poet. I couldn’t find anything to relate to in it. Brief mentions of Liverpool. Fragments of letters. I don’t really get what he is going on about. Maybe a bit dreary. Probably technically quite good. Clever? Hmmm. Haven’t found much poetry I like 100% recently.
There is a lot of bad poetry out there.