Peter Riley's, A Map of Faring

I've been reading A Map of Faring to get a better understanding of Riley's work before he reads tomorrow. Readings inevitably have their own sort of feel, but I am not at all familiar with Peter Riley and thought it a good idea to meet him in verse before seeing him in person.

Here's a few lines I found of interest:

from "First Sett":

"quiet breathing slowly devolving thought" (p. 5, l. 2)

"Everything I do is that song's descant." (p. 6, l. 15)

"Human image, arms outspread--sign" (p. 9, l. 1)

"The pictures on the wall, I can't
remember the pictures on the wall
you shadows, reaching
into life." (p. 10, l. 1-4)

"The image stands out from the wall,
solid, indicative, moves
almost. The earth moves.
The body fades. Is helped
into the earth." (p. 13, l. 4-8)

"saying the word, Africa,
into the night." (p. 14, l. 6-7)

"realised by light, thin taper" (p. 15, l. 2)

"Dark, you came and sat beside me
I lost half my wing, on waking
the sky was a dome in the rock, the wren
screamed past its entrance." (p.16, l. 4-7)

"By the thin light, watched
by the dead man, writing
new words in the old book." (p. 18, l. 1-3)

"love is an ordered thing, requiring" (p. 19, l. 2)

"Butterfly on the lemon balm,
gentle drumming, my
worst fears, my sweet rest." (p. 22, l. 13-15)

from "Second Sett":

"I, or whoever this language pauses at,
pause again, where the railway crosses the road,
the slow fire threaded through lives
the aromatic smoke above the roofs
the dusty hands that hold hope forth" (p. 26, l. 6-10)

"all over the valley, tomorrow's loaves
waiting like moons, like slow clocks." (p. 33, l. 3-4)

from "Terezin":

"The world stands. Visitor, reader,
be quiet, learn to die. Lover of sleep,
learn to fall, into a small space
with a plaque on the wall saying: HERE...
This place, this grassy ground where it swells
here against the wall. Was brought here.
And forty thousand more, one by one." (p. 48, l. 1-7)