Disclaimer: I'm not a great poetry connoisseur. Sometimes I read poetry and just don't get it, other times I find poems to be overwrought or pretentious. It's not my favourite medium, but I want to explore it more.
Even I can see Peter Scalpello is a gifted and accomplished poet. Reading his poems, you always feel Scalpello is in complete control of the words and their placement on the page. There is a purpose and intention to his writing. An assuredness that invites you along for a ride. Sometimes I didn't know where he was taking me or which route and I may have felt lost at times, but with Scalpello in the driving seat, you feel safe in the knowledge that he does know the way and destination.
My favourite poem in this collection, "Nerve", starts with the wonderfully observed and recognisable statement: "Everything I value in my life I owe to my queerness." The poem's text is justified in a near-perfect block of text, with only the last word "closeted" standing out on the final line; an unshakable remnant of the past hanging onto the main body, always to be carried along.
The topics and themes of queer life and drug (ab)use are familiar, but Scalpello presents and digests them with distinct personal experience and some remarkable turns of phrase, such as the final line of "Foxglove": "My twelve steps are the vertebrae / Of a stranger's back".
So much unsaid, only intimated, condensed into an image of such clarity and beauty.
This is a collection I will come back to and read again - as I am sure there is plenty more to mine from repeated reading - as well as look out for further work by Scalpello.