Divorced, and perhaps a little bruised, Luke Wright journeys off the sunken roads of southern England and into himself, pursued by murderous swans, empty car seats and his father’s skeleton clocks. Both brazen and elegiac, these poems pull on the ‘tidy hem’ of responsible existence, unravelling the banal frustrations of online outrage and ageing friends, and grasping at something ‘beyond our squeaky comprehension’. Wright files through the shackles of cynicism to ask how can we let go without giving up.
I'm not, as a rule, a fan of reading poetry - but after seeing Luke Wright live for the second time, how could I not buy a book and dive in to his world? And boy am I glad I did. His overall work is both funny and emotional, but his new book captures a man dealing with life's changes - age, divorce, parenting.... And it has the emotional wallop of a sledgehammer. I was already being hit in the feels (as the kidz say) with Ex and Sophie, but when Merch Stall came along I ended up in bits. It really hit me. It's brutal and brilliant in its simplicity. And it's not alone. Feel-Good Movie Of The Year is full of a man baring his soul. But it also has its lighter moments, with the likes of Monster being a particular delight. This is a book that will reap the rewards of repeated readings,
He is a master. A recommendation before you try jim, listen to him first that or watch him, then dip in. It's so much better having his performance style and singular personality and edge reinforced as you read them as he does live.