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Jim Clarkson is a lucky git. He has written poetry since he was 17 and mostly he has done this in pockets of time in-between doing other stuff. His is a poetry which has sprouted like a weed growing between cracks in the pavement; a poetry which has spread like mushrooms in a cellar. Often he has referred to it as bandit poetry, because that's how it's been written - in stolen moments at 5 in the morning, or in car parks, or at the top of the stairs waiting for children to go to sleep. In May 2015 he got through to the Poetry Slam final with his poem, Things to Come. There, wearing a rather smart suit, he was fortunate enough to win. He celebrated eating crisps with his daughter listening to very loud music on the journey home. The poems in this collection are a bit miserable. But they are also a bit funny. If you can, please read them at 5 in the morning, or in car parks, or at the top of the stairs waiting for children to go to sleep. Old Skull Face, a family friend.
174 pages, Paperback
Published October 21, 2015
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February 24, 2016
Disclaimer: While I aim to be unbiased, I received a copy of this for free to review.
This is easily the best book of contemporary poetry that I’ve read this year, even if it is only February – it’s a tough one to beat, and well worth a 10/10. Clarkson is a skilled poet with a way with words, and whilst his style is different to my style, in some ways they sometimes feel similar – weirdly, I kept picking up on imagery in his poems that I’d also used, as well the word ‘carapace‘, which we’ve both used and which you don’t see around too often.
The poems are presented alongside a set of photographs, and it’s all beautifully bound into a book that it just feels good to hold, and to flick through. I’ve already recommended this to a few people, and I’d even recommend it if you’re not usually into poetry. This stuff is gold.
This is easily the best book of contemporary poetry that I’ve read this year, even if it is only February – it’s a tough one to beat, and well worth a 10/10. Clarkson is a skilled poet with a way with words, and whilst his style is different to my style, in some ways they sometimes feel similar – weirdly, I kept picking up on imagery in his poems that I’d also used, as well the word ‘carapace‘, which we’ve both used and which you don’t see around too often.
The poems are presented alongside a set of photographs, and it’s all beautifully bound into a book that it just feels good to hold, and to flick through. I’ve already recommended this to a few people, and I’d even recommend it if you’re not usually into poetry. This stuff is gold.
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