Highly recommended. Although they are fun. Reviews are an initiative from the Poetry School. Long live the funny gothic juggling of Hera Lindsay Bird. Do read. Loading interface It also reveals the underlying themes of mortality, love and the relentless monotony of life. Want to read. Jump to ratings and reviews. I love her slipping out of punctuation as her mind slips - like a fast-paced text message sent after a few drinks. Ashley Lamont.
This sets the scene for a collection which is both humorous and disconcerting, light-hearted and satirical. I love her voice - I don't mean the vibration of it in the air, but the earnest sincerity of her thoughts laid bare for the reader. We invite and pay emerging poetry reviewers to focus their critical skills on the small press, pamphlet and indie publications that excite us the most. Displaying 1 - 30 of 69 reviews. Your email address will not be published. Fame, the moon, meaninglessness.
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Notify me of new posts by email. Seeping with existential delay. The grand austere aha! If you love that poem, you will love this collection and her other one, which has her other best poem Monica. I like this picture because it reminds me of loneliness And the great, unspecific boredom of life. Other poems seem to be anti-love poems. And it's funny. Ashley Lamont. Cally Mac. But this here pamphlet suggests my awe will only increase with every new release. Part of that infectiousness comes from their strikingly idiomatic style, characterised by several traits: an informality informal to the point of ritual; short to mid-length declarative sentences, stripped of any formal expression of the strong feelings they describe; a conspicuous lack of lyricism; the deadpanning of great misery and joy. Fame, the moon, meaninglessness. Long live the funny gothic juggling of Hera Lindsay Bird.
Pamper Me to Hell & Back by Hera Lindsay Bird – Sabotage
- The very light which makes the blossom visible also renders it sarcastic, bitter and mean.
- Other poems seem to be anti-love poems.
- This is not the kind of poetry that I normally read, and I must admit to being put-off initially by the more explicit and provocative lines.
- Look at how ludicrous it is to be serious about any of thisthe poem thinks.
Part of that infectiousness comes from their strikingly idiomatic style, characterised by several traits: an informality informal to the point of ritual; short to mid-length declarative sentences, stripped of any formal expression of the strong feelings they describe; a conspicuous lack of lyricism; the deadpanning of great misery and joy. Fame, the moon, meaninglessness. Well, where historically poets have refined their language towards poetic diction and metre — and risked being programmatic and melodically repetitive as a result — Bird refines her language towards an imitation of vernacular usage. But Bird is never those things, in the same way Tennyson is never drily metrical. The other striking formal features are the barrage of similes and the frequent ellipses — both taken straight out of the poems of Chelsey Minnis. The sheer reach and imaginative variety is striking, but… is that variety part of any form? Or the other way round. Probably the other way round. The very light which makes the blossom visible also renders it sarcastic, bitter and mean. This poetry neither needs nor wants to venerate the manufacture of apt metaphysical equivalences. Rather, it wants to make a kind of metaphorical soup — with a bunch of tenors and a bunch of vehicles swilling around, bumping into each other with little clangs of humour or insight — by force of density more than precision. The grand austere aha! We see the same mockery regarding the abandon of being in love when Bird writes. Look at how ludicrous it is to be serious about any of this , the poem thinks. That is, the ability to make a statement and to both mean it very deeply while simultaneously holding it up as an object of mockery. Often in these poems humour acts as a cover for heartbreak; silliness becomes moving.
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Pamper me to hell and back. Pamper Me to Hell & Back
P amper Me to Hell and Back is full of confessional, provocative and occasionally explicit poems, written in a kupie pieluchy dad style with a bleak outlook on life. Many of the poems are surreal, whilst some feel more like Facebook posts, and others seem designed to be performed as spoken word. This sets the scene for a collection which is both humorous and disconcerting, light-hearted pamper me to hell and back satirical. It also reveals the underlying themes of mortality, love and the relentless monotony of life. This is not the kind of poetry that I normally read, and I must admit to being put-off initially by the more explicit and provocative lines. Perhaps it is the interminable onslaught of surprising almost ridiculous imagery, or the self-deprecating humour that runs throughout, pamper me to hell and back. Whatever it is, there is something unique and a little bit addictive in these poems. Other poems seem to be anti-love poems. There are some more straightforward love poems too. I want to get really good at woodwork and go into the forest and cut up some logs and make you a beautiful house to live in.
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Not quite emily berry, but very nice nonetheless!
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