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- Herausgeber: Verve Poetry Press
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Hotel is a wonderful debut pamphlet from 2018 Eric Gregory award winning poet Ali Lewis. In short, intricate verse, his poems tackle the complexities of modern relationships and city living with great self-deprecation, not a little light-heartedness, and dashes of the surreal. But there is depth here too. In this connected century, with so many eyes on you, with so many opinions and agendas being made vocal, what is the best way to be, as a partner, a friend, a colleague? And what will happen if you get it wrong? The domestic lives large in these works, whether in rooms and halls offices or in the world beyond.Ali Lewis is a fresh new voice in poetry and is here for the long haul. Read, and you'll see why.
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PUBLISHED BY VERVE POETRY PRESS
https://vervepoetrypress.com
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© 2020 Ali Lewis
The right of Ali Lewis to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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FIRST PUBLISHED MAR 2020
Printed and bound in the UK by Positive Print, Birmingham
ISBN: 978-1-912565-29-0
ePub ISBN: 978-1-912565-83-2
CONTENTS
Pressure
Carpet
Sonnet
Typhoon Lagoon
Making Love to the Knife Thrower
Test Scenario
The Englishman
Free Will
Fractal Date
The Best Thing About Falling
The Past
S & M
Gloss
The Diamond Cutter
Wild Fig
Putting the World Away
Expanding Universe
Is it,our relationship,even a thing?
Love Poem to Your Self-Sufficiency
Notes & Acknowledgements
Hotel
Pressure
the road clear the day once-in-a-summer
hot the car light with just the two of us
shirts slung around our necks seatbelts of
singing to rubber soul on cassette and flying
eighty eighty-five downhill when we hit
the pheasant so clean and hard it pops
i count feathers vanishing one by one
in the rearview mirror pull into
the nearest petrol station pressure
wash blood from the bonnet of my car
from the headlights from underneath
the wheelarches while you keep watch
tell me shaking i would do this with you
i would do this with you if we killed a man
Carpet
She hated the way he repeated himself
along long corridors like a bad hotel carpet,
and how, like a bad hotel carpet, he’d wait,
impatient, at the bathroom door
so he could start up again when she emerged.
She hated the way he positioned himself
to force her to cross him when she wanted
to leave, and how, like a bad hotel carpet,
