On Trust: A Book of Lies
By James Womack
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James Womack
James Womack was born in 1979. He studied Russian, English and translation at university, and after living in Madrid for a decade now works as an editor, teacher and freelance translator in Cambridge. He has translated widely, including self-help books, popular fiction, Latin American classics and poetry. His first book of poems, Misprint, came out in 2012, and his book of versions ‘Vladimir Mayakovsky’ and Other Poems appeared in 2016, both from Carcanet.
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On Trust - James Womack
JAMES WOMACK
ON TRUST
A Book of Lies
True?’ said the Colonel. ‘Of course my stories are true.
They may not have happened in quite this way, or at quite
this time, or even to quite these people. But they’re all true.’
Cupid implies; Venus infers.
Contents
Title Page
Author Biography
‘flew in on New Year’s Day the fireworks’
Target
That Kiss
Co-respondent
Such Affairs
Seawife
Brief Poems of Frustration
Note to Self (I)
To ****
Aisling
256 Poems of Love and Regret
Hour-Glass Figure
Dick Jokes
Listen, Friday was Crazy
‘Do you remember a couple of poems back’
‘I said that it had been destroyed—’
Going North
Glass Half Dark
Note to Self (II)
Propositions
Lethe
The Naked Fates
Untitled
error
‘And then you ask’
Note to Self (III)
The Ambassadors
‘I kiss you once and say I love you twice’
Oliver and Glass
Foreshadowing
All Summers…
Note to Self (IV)
‘You in Switzerland, walking away from a divorce’
Dust and Apples
The Same Poem, Moving Backwards Through Time
‘My wife just broke her little toe’
From Mayhew
From a Brother
Storm
Prometheus
After Rilke
Caucasian Melodies
Fireworks in Zakamensk
Balance
Beheading videos
Things I Remember About Germany
Oliver and the Bears
Europe
On Trust
Notes
Also by James Womack from Carcanet
Copyright
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Oh none of this ever happened, but one feels so grown-up
composing a self out of details not entirely meritworthy.
‘FLEW IN ON NEW YEAR’S DAY THE FIREWORKS’
flew in on New Year’s Day the fireworks
beneath my plane like sudden lichen
my wife uses a caviar jar for an ashtray
wants her tombstone to read
FINALLY JUSTICE
one neighbour is losing her mind the doorbell
often rings as she goes to look for herself
taking my arm in her hand and angry
asking again and again why do you live here
TARGET
I’d like to be a queen of people’s hearts…
Bored at ourselves, we filled bottles both glass and plastic with the undrinkable tap water.
We opened the large window and took a five paces run-up.
The bottles all burst. Some burst subtly, a disappointing collapse and split.
Others burst beautifully in a corona of shrapnel round a surprisingly dry centre.
This was the fourteenth floor, the fag-end of August, years and years ago.
The supervisor was alerted by the crashing the cheers the who-knows-what.
He came to our door smoking a cigarette.
Listen, you little cunts, if you throw more shit out of the window you’re for it.
What, us? We