This is the voice of someone who is both at home and not at home in the world. Sam Duckor-Jones’s wonderfully fresh, funny, dishevelled poems are alive with art-making and fuelled by a hunger for intimacy. Giant clay men lurk in salons, the lawns of poets overgrow, petrolheads hoon along the beach, birds cry ‘wow-okay, wow-okay, wow-okay’.
‘Gorgeous and contrary.’
‘If attention is an act of love, then this is a collection that attends to art and life in such a way as to collapse any distinction between the two.’
112 pages with flaps and illustrations throughout