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These poems sparkle with life, with the life of the everyday, fleeting moments of work, play and imagining. All the little oddments of language that end up in the glovebox. This is language coursing through the city, sidewalks and cafés and theatres and pubs, through noisy crowds and intimate tête-à-tête's and quiet soliloquies, language suffused with sensory detail and subtle inflection. This is the real thing. - Bill LavenderI was in a cab once and needed a map, so I went to open the glovebox, when the cabbie's arm shot out and slammed it shut! Colin Herd's 'glovebox' is kind of the opposite of that: reading these poems feels like unravelling an array of impossible silks from some unassuming compartment ... the unexpected and deeply pleasing surfaces of these poems are both rough and smooth, awkward and tender, weightless and bright, and never blatant, never chintzy: although 'the cloth will not obediently spread', and is unpredictable and bunchy, it's also 'finer than a frog hair split four ways', feels great on the eyes and hangs just right, in this winning and throwaway style that seemingly just came together without the help of a mirror - but these are throwaway lines you have to snap up and keep. There are designs here made of a special kind of attention and shading. Just looking at them makes me feel bashful and delighted. I do actually wish there was some way I could *wear* Colin Herd's poems. - Sam Riviere
Dave Turnip is a cathartic alter-ego, existing through narrative fragmentation yet searching for unity. He believes left-liberalism and its aesthetics are the funeral music of a ruthless elite, whose utopianism denies his identity through monolithic diversity and intellectual serfdom. This volume details his own diversification, from the unknown chronicler of the 2006 Ipswich murders to the silent lyricist of UVB-76.
Icarus wants to rewrite his story. Yet the chance of finding a happy ending appear slim when he accidentally smuggles carbon dioxide into the atmosphere during yet another fall to earth, metamorphoses back to life as a woman, and is informed by a nearby talking bicycle that they've been sent across Europe in search of a solution to climate change. Through the Weather Glass tells a fantastic version of the true story of the author's struggles to understand environmental change through the persona of Icarus and her bicycle as they embark on a genre-twisting and gender-bending road trip to an Ancient Greek climate conference in Athens hosted by Zeus.
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