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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Tristram Fane Saunders lives in London and works as a journalist. The Rake lives in lavish squalor and has never worked in his life. Laura lives nowhere – she's dead, for now – but she is working on a way to solve that problem. These sly, untrustworthy poems tell the story of a nameless, ageless dandy – his slow decline, and his well-deserved fall. Take a ride in the Rake's carriage, but keep an eye on your purse.
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Published 2022 by
New Poets List
The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
Copyright © Tristram Fane Saunders 2022
All Rights Reserved
ISBN 978-1-914914-20-1
eBook ISBN 978-1-914914-21-8
Typeset by The Poetry Business
Printed by Biddles, Sheffield
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Distributed by IPS UK, 1 Deltic Avenue,
Rooksley, Milton Keynes MK13 8LD
The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
Malcontents
The Rake Takes His Time
The Rake Invites You to the Weepies
The Rake Would Like You
Laura’s Song
The Rake Takes a Questionnaire
The Rake’s Apology
The Rake’s Apology (Slight Return)
Laura’s Cento
from The Unauthorised Biography, Vol IV: 1730–1960
The Rake Packs Up His Troubles in an Old Kitbag and Smiles, Smiles, Smiles
The Rake’s Carriage
The Rake Makes Lemonade
Laura’s Invitation
The Rake’s Looking Glass
The Rake Regrets to Inform You
The Music Box
Laura’s Letter
the rake makes amends
The Rake Takes His Time
(from you, reader you’ll hardly feel it, but
you’ll feel it a page
is not a one-way mirror
that papercut was not a papercut)
The Rake Invites You to the Weepies
Don’t be lugubrious, my newest friend.
Bite lugubrious. Roll it around,
and roll around in it. Take a dive
in its lubricious, bleak lagoon, lukewarm
and wallowsome. Drink deep and swoon – the salt
will lift you like a vast and sudden futon,
a waterbed, luxurious and soft
and overfed, the kind they advertise
in why-oh-widescreen at the multiplex.
The eyeless ushers mutter unless unless
– shush. The trailers are my favourite bit.
It’s dark in here. Can you remember where
