‘ROCKSONG is a shamelessly baroque ride through the nadirs and summits of the contemporary queer. It’s a decadent book, where decadence isn’t a cipher for self-indulgence, but a fierce and fugitive resistance. As Audre Lorde writes ‘We survived and survival breeds desire for more self’. Or, in the glowing neon precincts of Rocksong, more selves, plural. These poems flirt and confront in turns, they seduce and attack, they are tender and grotesque. They create a strangely exultant burlesque on identity, sexuality, desire and language. I love them for that.’ Fran Lock
I saw this in Waterstones, and bought it. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but after reading the first poem I was hooked. A collection of poems ruminating on queerness, the immigrant experience and the feeling of not belonging (unbelonging, I'm creating a word), this was both beautiful and confronting. My personal favourites were: the wicked capital, Hiraeth, bastard, infected parrot and bad news.
I'm very glad that I found this and decided to read it, and I am surprised that it doesn't have more reviews.