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Never never never come back

By: Material type: TextTextPublication details: UK Salt 2012Description: p63ISBN:
  • 9781844714049
DDC classification:
  • 821.92/IRV
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Don't go over the hill, or look too long in the well, or go carousing with strangers, or you'll never never never come back. With the haunting quality of nursery rhymes but the complexity of a dark and smoky wine, these poems brood on absence and abandonment, outcasts and anomalies, monstrosity and mistakes. At the heart of the collection are a suite of tightly focused, often impressionistic character studies ranging from cannibals to schoolgirls, but Irving also finds space in the shadows for deft engangements with popular and literary culture.

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AntsWhen she's sixteen, when peer discretionis at a premium, when Belizeis double geography and sweet Dresdenis history, is still broken,you move in, aiming your barrelat her barrel of fish.and you offer her a lift,knowing the afternoon is annexedand she's itching in grey polyester,thumbs through school sleeves,backpack rammedwith stupid, stupid books.And you grin and offer her the bag of ants.How low we settle - the twist of disgustthat jab between the platesand the gunner's laughing,stumbling, dropping her weapon,reaching.The seedish insect body, citrussy,the bloody industry distilled into smoke the gin of the abdomen, a flash of sherbet.As you tell heranteating stories of Koh Chang,of Colombia and Australia,of the tarantula in Cambodiashe chews toughly,staring you down, guy-ropingthe soured corners of her mouth.She chews these ants to dustfor you, who have become a spear for her,a rocket launcher she will fire backwards.She chews past nothing,past antpockets of clarity,past the ghost ants scaling her body,and trains her throat to open. Excerpted from Never Never Never Come Back by Kirsten Irving All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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