I made this last week for a class I was teaching. It was nice to think; ‘Fannying about in PhotoShop with images of David Bowie is MY HACTUAL JOB’.
Sarah Roby is in Poetry Review THRICETIMEZ
My sister has THREE poems in this month’s Poetry Review - ‘The Recurrency of Peter Body’, ‘C-Bomb’ and ‘Maenads’. Obviously I think they’re all extraorder but if you too are in the market for some writing which is fierce-some, delicate and a tiny bit devastating you should probably make like a proud sibling and order a copy here.
Poetry Review has recently undergone an (I think, beautiful) redesign and this month’s issue includes work by Kim Addonizio, Rachael Allen, Sean Borodale, Linda Gregerson, Durs Grünbein, Denise Saul and Katharine Towers.
One of Sarah’s poems, ‘The Recurrency of Peter Body’ is available for download here. She’s also written a short piece for The Poetry Society’s Behind The Poem web feature, which I’ll post as soon as it’s up. Essentially as a sister and as a human person she is one hundred percent BOSS. And I will arm-wrestle anyone who says different.
Man, I Creased. Up. this morning. I was talking to my sister and she was reading me something she’d written for Poetry Review.
I thought she was saying “I am with the reader,” - as in, she was in agreement with readers of poetry.
I didn’t understand, so I was all like “I no get it, you are ‘with the reader’ about what?,” and then she was like “No, ‘DA reader’,” and I was like, “Da reader? What are you, a hip hop artist from the early 90s?” and then she was like “No, ‘DA READER’” and I was like “‘the reader’, what?” and then she said “No, DERRIDA, the FRENCH PHILOSOPHER”.
I like being on the phone.
I want to lay down next to Richard and let my hair fall against
his hair and inhale the grass and blow on the ants and the beetles as the flowers brush against my cheek and tell him how, as I pull at the threads of his pullover, he was this secret and then not-secret thing which happened to me and not-me in the 90s and then ask him if his beard is scratchy and if I can touch it and then close my eyes when he says yes.
Engagement rings are for twats, aren’t they? I am thinking more along the lines of an ‘engagement Ford Capri’ or an ‘engagement labradoodle’.
Gorgeous vintage Temple Newsam wallpaper from an archive at Margaret Sheridan Interior Design
EDIT: It’s from 1750. 1750!