Synopsis
"I think writing a poem is like taking off your clothes - slowly stripping stuff off till you get down to the real thing - but you don't get arrested for it (mostly)." Susan Utting "Beyond the attractions of their sensuous diction her finest poems accomplish a strikingly steady focus, both compassionate and uncompromising" Elizabeth Garrett Orange The memory of orange is more neon-tangerine than retro chic would have it; back then it zinged, went psychedelic next to purple, hurt your eyes like Riley's zigzags and those op-art monochromes made cool by Quant, Courrèges's blinding white,The Knack and dash-bright Mondrian. And there was Marilyn in every colour on the chart and then some, narrowing her eyes at you, like after-image after after-image.And now you have to stare at the light, or knuckle rub your eyes to see the froth and spangle turn jazz to a vision thing, to get that dazzle, all the dayglo shimmer, the back-then shock of flaming orange.
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