'Once A.S. Patric’s debut poetry collection Music for Broken Instruments gets tossed, and tumbles into your bloodstream, don’t fret that the pin’s been pulled on this grenade. The anticipation of the explosion is a sublime act of destruction.
'Ripping the fogged sunglasses from our faces with “drop a brick / into your soul” ... “as God bawls down / from his brawling bar”, Patric slaps us across the mouth. Wake up! This is the real stuff, friends!
'So much so that if Patric’s ever backed into a corner, you know damn well the Black Rider’s got his back. ‘Cause when Patric says something like “then you can look at the whales and smile knowingly / be an expert on why they insist on beaching / themselves / just when you were about to relax / and have a daydream / about daydreaming”, there’s nothing left to do but live wide-eyed and brazen and to raise our glasses and pledge love and loyalty to each other.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
