, generously stocked as it is with love poems, family memoirs, occasional pieces and travel poems, contains more ‘doors and windows’ (to use Andrew Duncan’s phrase) than much experimental poetry. But this letting of the world into the work generates a surface tension which sharpens the edges of these elegant, moving, funny poems. (Signals Magazine
I think of David Chaloner as a poet of the real
mainstream, steering well clear of all the marginal temptations from language-fixated monopolism to the dull chatter of cheap success. A poetry which draws its discourse from the central history of poetry in English by being an ever-new thing, the script of here and now by its very freshness, its constant and calm searching among vocabularies, and the authenticity of its meditations through and beyond the personal, image and abstract at play and in serious converse.
And always truth. Truth
Like morning hauled from darkness. (Peter Riley)