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    Inroads

    By Carolyn Jess-Cooke

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    Shortlisted for the London Festival Fringe Prize for the Best First Collection of Poetry 2010. This debut collection from Seren, Inroads, showcases a startling new talent. Carolyn Jess-Cooke has a sophisticated poetic intelligence as well as a great sense of fun. The opening piece, 'Accent' where 'stowaway inflections and locally-produced slang/have passports of their own' is a praise poem for the versatility and joy of language, "The way sound chases itself in tunnels and halls, the way senses fold memory...”. This verbal fluency and dexterity are employed to offer us poems that are multi-faceted and often paradoxical. 'Aeneas Finds Dido on YouTube' is part satire, part tender re-enactment of the myth, featuring the most up-to-date media platforms. After this playful start, a difficult childhood is evoked through metaphor in poems like 'Music Lesson','One Thousand Painful Pieces' and 'Bitten', all the more heartbreaking for being indirect. Other high points are 'Newborn' with the apt description of a babe in arms being a 'zoo of verbs/mewling, snuffling, pecking...'. This sweet realism again gives way to metaphor, in the strangely evocative 'Dorothy's Homecoming' in a brilliant take on the classic film 'Wizard of Oz', the power of maternal love has turned into a 'twister'. Readers will enjoy discovering this striking and versatile new voice.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSeren
    Release dateFeb 22, 2010
    ISBN9781854116154
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    Carolyn Jess-Cooke

    Carolyn Jess-Cooke is an award-winning poet, academic, editor and novelist published in 23 languages. She is a Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow, and founder of the Stay-at-Home Literary Festival.

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