"Camilla Hammarström reading David Zimmerman and think of Gunnar Björling"
"the Death and the light are the simple grundingredienserna in David zimmerman's book of poetry. Infinitely nuanced attempt of the poet to process the cruel fact that the light continues to fall despite the fact that a loved one is dying. It falls in the most diverse way, of landscape and of people's faces. And it changes with the season, from April's sharp ljushimlar to the summer's more feverish rays of the sun. "
"in the Midst of all a dying father who is pining away while the greenery froth and thrive. Zimmerman may this ongoing vegetative to appear to be the closest to evil. How can life accommodate itself so irrefutable, after all, is the end for a lonely man. The self enters a state of flames of attention, each shift in the light and wind conditions are experienced as a violation. At the same time for the situation with a wonder. A wonder at the human anletet, for the light, the landscape and buildings rumsbildningar, for each bit determined to grow, for eyes that continue to see. "
"Already in diktsviten Mal (Anti Publisher 2017) showed Zimmerman a palpable sensibility and sense of language. In the new poems are further refined. My thoughts go out to Gunnar Björling and his approach to architecture, and the poem. Like its predecessor, beats Zimmerman up the heavens in which the words somehow become independent. The words ”days”, ”rays” or ”bloom” frees itself and becomes to the fascinating building blocks of the world and language."
"It is the knowledge about death that creates the presence. The reality becomes more concrete and substantial at the same time as it is broken down into its simple constituents. I think of these poems as a relief where the light plays against the dull themes. "
"brings out the surface do that every knottra emerges. Life appears to be monstrous with all of their details. At the same time, the poet's gentle skill, the unbearable more tolerable. But it is not about reconciliation, but about to see, while life throbs and death yields about one."
"Albert Bonniers förlag"