Chris McCabe

Like Buddhist koans it makes no sense to try and unpick how Kelder's best poems work: they just do. The language, concept and experience are all one. There are no workshop paradoxes at play, they cut straight to the ultimate nature of reality.
 
Kelder is a morning poet, he's up before the sun to make raspberry tea and politicise his croissants, hoping he'll be the next in line for the sun's address - after Mayakovsky and O'Hara - but in the mean time his delight is in sharing his observations (the autobahn, the finches) through his art.
 
There are few poets who would let you touch their bread without a glove. 

.