Ian Gregson’s work is remarkable in combining a postmodernist’s sense of ‘things being various’ with a traditionalist’s concern for shape and completeness. These poems are utterly contemporary in their relish of popular culture, daring in their treatment of the slippery politics of business and literature, and coolly haunting as they manoeuvre in and out of the marginalised lyric centres of private love and mourning. Like a twenty-first century MacNeice, Gregson yokes pluralities and polyphonies with a wiry formal line, and creates poetry that is strongly centred. Though he adopts many identities, the voice is always his own: intellectually challenging but sensuous, immediate and approachable. Track these calls and watch the connections scintillate. (Carol Rumens)|Here’s an independent voice – fearless I'd say, but vulnerable. Gregson’s a connoisseur of neuroses – including his own – and a wily chronicler of what we don’t mean to say when we strive to communicate. There's wit here and a bashful playfulness but what I value most in these poems is a remembrance of how a child sees the world, and how that vision darkens and decays. (Robert Minhinnick)