THE TRADITION OF SPECULATIVE POETRY is rich and deep. It’s also a minority pursuit. Yet Oliver K Langmead’s Calypso, a story of terraforming told in verse, looks set to gain far more attention than such a project usually might.
“It’s almost like writing in verse is like solving a puzzle,” says Langmead of his second verse novel after 2015’s , “because every single line of it has to stick to a certain metre.” It’s a process, he adds, that “scratches” the part of his
