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'Some psychoanalysts believe that after a time, the work condenses or crystallizes to such a degree that analysis comes close to both lyric or verse and a final silence. Eva Birch's poems are both poignant and deeply funny, showing the twists and turns of transference on the way to ending her psychoanalysis.' - Jamieson Webster |
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