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ISBN: 978 1 847771 38 4
Categories: 21st Century, First Collections
Imprint: Carcanet Poetry
Published: July 2012
Publisher: Carcanet Press
Also available in: eBook (EPUB), eBook (Kindle)
You never told me how boring it is to be mad
with you it was always gin and parties
and the solar radio, that remembered
its songs with the sunrise...
‘The only end of writing,’ Dr Johnson said, ‘is to enable the readers better to enjoy life, or better to endure it.’ Misprint offers the reader countries and languages perceived through the eyes of youth and loss. Untimely deaths and memories of far-off lands abound, some dreamed, some lived. In this first collection, James Womack plays with ideas of tradition, lightly conjuring heavy themes, and makes a bow to pulp culture. He ferries us between Russia, Spain and North Korea and the differently ‘real’ virtual environments of film, dream, ghosts, the North Korean Press Agency. ‘Eurydice’, the concluding sequence, draws the different strands of the collection together.
We end up dislocated: bewildered but rather happier about the future. As Mr Edwards said to the Great Cham: ‘I, too, Sir, in my time have tried being a philosopher; but somehow cheerfulness kept creeping in.’
'James Womack is another bright young poet... he is capable of lugubrious comic inventions such as 'From the Literary Encyclopaedia', which charts an experimental novelist's doomed career, alongside 'Tourism', a clipped and chilly poem about the export of jihadis to the Middle East... on the evidence of Misprint Womack has scope, curiosity and a refreshing sense of not having foresuffered everything he encounters.'
Sean O'Brien, The Sunday Times
‘Technically adept, self-consciously ironic, and provocative about the nature of art and the role of the artist... Often I felt as if I was being taken aside and told a joke that’s ridiculously funny at the same time as being deadly serious. ’
Heidi Williamson, Eyewear
From a Notebook
The Water Cycle: Variations on a Theme
Halfway through the A-Feature
Little Red Poem
The Dogs of a House in Mourning and the Naked Girl
Found Poem: President’s Reminiscences Read Widely
The True Scholar
from The Literary Encyclopaedia
Dark and stormys
Now, / A / Poem / That is Called / ‘Of Insomnia’
1 Was it that long ago you died?
2 Pray for us sinners, that we have climbed
3 The shutters falling
4 After, it is you who lie in the hollow of my elbow
5 Slowly and patiently we have forgotten it all
6 You never told me how boring it is to be mad
7 Leaving the bright town to the desert
8 A garden, as a child might draw it
9 I wrote to you last March in Madrid
10 Thick fog. I walked down the way of all flesh
11 Your smile fades and the garden is now dark
12 Death is not the end; some doors are never fully closed
Coda With two bags where his two hands were
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