
Luxe
Amy Key(Author)
Salt Publishing
Will be published approx. on 10. December 2013
Book
Paperback/Softback
80 pages
978-1-84471-971-6 (ISBN)
Description
Luxe is a magnificent spree in a bric-a-brac shop. A haul of pre-loved and glittering objets - pralines in a crystal bowl, a handful of tame ladybirds, a portrait in vinyl and cola-cubes - are artfully displayed on the poems' shelves to represent the conflicts and connections of a fabulous circle of friends and lovers, those real, remembered and imagined.
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Series
Language
English
Place of publication
Cambridge
United Kingdom
Illustrations
Not illustrated
Dimensions
Height: 203 mm
Width: 127 mm
Thickness: 6 mm
Weight
101 gr
ISBN-13
978-1-84471-971-6 (9781844719716)
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Person
Amy Key was born in Dover and grew up in Kent and the North East. She now lives and works in London. She co-edits the online journal Poems in Which. Her pamphlet Instead of Stars was published by tall-lighthouse in 2009.
Content
Brand New Lover
Here, For Your Amusement
With You
Mother Of Pearl
To A Clothes Rail
Yes, She Seemed Demure
Anthea In Paris
Poem To A Year Lived In Camberwell Road
Emotional State Seen Through A Pale-Haired Fringe
Super Extra Gravity
On Typing Paper Stolen From Her Employers She Proceeds To Evolve A Campaign
You Talk Big, Young Man. Pray What Are These Riches You Speak Of?
Before The Waning Spiral Stairs
Luminaire
Highlights In The History Of Concrete
We Should Be Very Sorry If There Was No Rain
Worn On The Body
The Susceptible Heart
Poem With Romantic Demise
What Of You And I?
Dearest,
Her
Friend Vs.
But A Love Poem Will Not Fail
Fortune Told From New York City
His Is A Mystery Of Cooling Towers
The Strange Message In The Parchment
Poem In Which
Whoever You Are You Start Off A Stranger
Valentine
Scott And Zelda
Transmitting The Fatigue Of The Painter
Spoilt Victorian Child
Igloo (Where the Wild Things Are)
To A Runaway Child
Almost Everyone Who Has Ever Lived Loved Flowers
Pretty Please
Caramel Swirl
Flirtatious State Seen Through A Hangover
But We Can't Marry Each Other
Poem With Hearts
Au Revoir Baby
High Voltage
The Girl Other Girls Look At To See What London Has Copied From Paris
Birds That Sing At Night
The Trap Laid For The Glittering Life
Spell For A Sulking Room
Interiorana
I Haven't Had A Dream In A Long Time
Carry On Don't Lose Your Head
Fox's Eye
Pixellated
Luxe
Tight Dress
Some Day We Must Come Back And Explore Properly
Your Year In Review
"Too Gruesome!"
On My Deathbed, I Ask You This
Notes
Here, For Your Amusement
With You
Mother Of Pearl
To A Clothes Rail
Yes, She Seemed Demure
Anthea In Paris
Poem To A Year Lived In Camberwell Road
Emotional State Seen Through A Pale-Haired Fringe
Super Extra Gravity
On Typing Paper Stolen From Her Employers She Proceeds To Evolve A Campaign
You Talk Big, Young Man. Pray What Are These Riches You Speak Of?
Before The Waning Spiral Stairs
Luminaire
Highlights In The History Of Concrete
We Should Be Very Sorry If There Was No Rain
Worn On The Body
The Susceptible Heart
Poem With Romantic Demise
What Of You And I?
Dearest,
Her
Friend Vs.
But A Love Poem Will Not Fail
Fortune Told From New York City
His Is A Mystery Of Cooling Towers
The Strange Message In The Parchment
Poem In Which
Whoever You Are You Start Off A Stranger
Valentine
Scott And Zelda
Transmitting The Fatigue Of The Painter
Spoilt Victorian Child
Igloo (Where the Wild Things Are)
To A Runaway Child
Almost Everyone Who Has Ever Lived Loved Flowers
Pretty Please
Caramel Swirl
Flirtatious State Seen Through A Hangover
But We Can't Marry Each Other
Poem With Hearts
Au Revoir Baby
High Voltage
The Girl Other Girls Look At To See What London Has Copied From Paris
Birds That Sing At Night
The Trap Laid For The Glittering Life
Spell For A Sulking Room
Interiorana
I Haven't Had A Dream In A Long Time
Carry On Don't Lose Your Head
Fox's Eye
Pixellated
Luxe
Tight Dress
Some Day We Must Come Back And Explore Properly
Your Year In Review
"Too Gruesome!"
On My Deathbed, I Ask You This
Notes