Caviar E-Book

Sarah Fletcher

• Herausgeber: Out-Spoken Press
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Seitenzahl: 22

Beschreibung

Associative, sensuous, and unstable, Caviar explores the line between decadence and depravity. In Fletcher's third pamphlet, investigations of power and violence are no longer limited to the domestic and romantic. She interrogates all dark spheres of influence: 'A word. A woman hit. A nuclear bomb.' Language is 'consumed and mated', a 'divine bistro' that shows her mastery over form. With winking intelligence and playful sleaze, this pamphlet is a circus of swans, slapped faces, and the snottiest, most expensive delicacy in the world.

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© Sarah Fletcher

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First edition published 2022

ISBN: 978-1-8384272-4-5

ePub ISBN: 978-1-8384272-5-2

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Out-Spoken Press is supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England and a grant from the Inclusive Indies Fund administered by Spread the Word.

‘My fur coat’s sold, oh, Lord ain’t it cold

But I’m not gonna holler, ’cause I’ve still got a dollar

And when I get low

Oh, I get high’

— Marion Sunshine, as performed by Ella Fitzgerald

Contents

The Bed Is Not a Window, The Bed Is a Two-Way Mirror

Blowjob

A Slap In The Face... of Nature

Washing at the End of the Night, Which is the Next Day’s Afternoon

Beginning Again, Without a Title

My Second Vision of True Love at the Bank of a Bender

To You With A Guitar

Country Matters

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

When will the rain come back from the water?

Caviar

Acknowledgements

The Bed Is Not a Window, The Bed Is a Two-Way Mirror

Have we met?

Has sleep, its arguments, ornaments, glyphs,

too brought you here... to wink with me

before we put back our bodies?

Sleep... is jungled by these licks

of tentacles. Sleep

is dragged by bad dreams’ jellyfish. Perhaps

we met. Perhaps you glimpsed a personality.

The poet to the reader: you don’t know me!

The reader to the poet, painstakingly, repeats

you do not know me! Is it affirmation, argument, echo?

This is no relationship! This is escape artistry!

Blowjob

I have been to the weighing

Of souls. I have ridden the velvet

Black horizon of American

Highways, shuttling

A Catholic priest

Towards bellies of stars.

I have seen the planets

Puree into streamers

From the drink

And from the

Speed.

An act of service,

An assessment,

Or even therapy.

Violated eyes that become

Clean with your looking.

Host of the divine bistro!

Actor-doctor with the will

To tease the lamb to Easter dinner!

Sing the newborn from a cave!

What did you expect, a rose?