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mainly Russian
Ralf Webb turns poetry to an examination of the textures of class
involving a careful dissociation from his past
and thus they span the most turbulent period of the 20th century in Russia
'A sweet tale rendered in swirly black calligraphy and watercolour
I Think We're Alone Now by Abigail Parry family mainly RussianI Think We're Alone Now was supposed to be a book about intimacy: what it might look like in solitude, in partnership, and in terms of collective responsibility. Instead, the poems are preoccupied with pop music, etymology, surveillance equipment and cervical examination, church architecture and beetles. Just about anything, in fact, except what intimacy is or looks like. So this is a book that runs on failure, and also a book about failures: of
