''Music and the sea, memories tinged with sadness and love inhabit Andrew Leggett's poetry, which resonates with his unique voice. To come across a music icon such as Lead Belly in a poem fills me with joy and Andrew Leggett's poems strike so many chords and they are full of music and yearning. It takes a lifetime to gain the perspective to write a book that is so full of poems that will appeal to readers of all ages, readers who will find the work accessible and charming, each poem a window into the poet's world, a world that is both strange and familiar. Maybe it's my age but a poem in which the poet sees his father in the mirror when he is just looking at himself really gets me where I live. I love the pervasive presence of music and the sea in this beautiful collection of heartfelt poems. There's a poignancy here that strikes a chord in the heart as well as the mind. A masterful collection of poems straight from the heart.' - Phil Brown, Arts Editor, The Courier-Mail' (Publication summary)
'You might assume that the poetry of a musician who namechecks Lead Belly, Charles Mingus, and Stevie Wonder would be full of soul. You’d be wrong. Instead, Losing Touch, Andrew Leggett’s third collection, is full of heart. Here, we find the burning hearts of lovers, the strained hearts of the lonely, the dancing hearts of dead poets, the cardiac arrests of the elderly, the steady pulse of youth, the arrythmia of the patient denied a transplant, and the syncopated symphony of all the hearts in the mental hospital beating out of time with the society that shuts them in.' (Introduction)
'You might assume that the poetry of a musician who namechecks Lead Belly, Charles Mingus, and Stevie Wonder would be full of soul. You’d be wrong. Instead, Losing Touch, Andrew Leggett’s third collection, is full of heart. Here, we find the burning hearts of lovers, the strained hearts of the lonely, the dancing hearts of dead poets, the cardiac arrests of the elderly, the steady pulse of youth, the arrythmia of the patient denied a transplant, and the syncopated symphony of all the hearts in the mental hospital beating out of time with the society that shuts them in.' (Introduction)
