102 Sassan Tabatabai: poetry, observation, and form (EF, JP)
“For me, there is something so solid and comforting in stone” says Sassan Tabatabai in our conversation, and in his poem “Firestones” the words roll, weigh and satisfyingly click together. “Firestones” I was collecting rocks on the Cardiff coast, a testimony to centuries of silt left on the shore, of sediment pressed into stone: sandstone, … Continue reading "102 Sassan Tabatabai: poetry, observation, and form (EF, JP)"