I was lucky enough to catch a short performance by local poet Oliver Lomax recently at the Dog and Partridge in Bolton on a very wet Saturday night last week.
These particular poems deal with juxtaposition. This is a poetry of contrasts contemplated by the poet, both now and in his childhood, the subjects ranging from hand me down toys, to home thoughts from abroad, to the tragic setting on fire of an aviary, to Silvio Berlusconi and Chopin.
Each poem has its own dichotomy: in 'Priced out of the Revolution', the rich protester hangs off the Cenotaph; in 'Letter to Chopin' the poet apologises for what the statue of Chopin has to see: 'I am sorry for our corporate youth.' These poems are informed by wry comment on the crassness of society. A good performance before an appreciative audience.