Review: Sikiliza by Bella Cox

There is a popular perception of modern younger poets (and more generally of modern younger people) that we are a self-obsessed bunch. This is a perception especially strongly held, I find, towards those poets whose work is frequently performed, or which blends generically with theatre or music, the idea being that ‘spoken word’ is a medium that deals more in earnest discursiveness and self-assertion than in the (impliedly) subtler and more mature world of ‘page’ poetry.