From Revolutionary Lips – available from 7th November.
So, on Friday, From Revolutionary Lips will be available to purchase as an ebook and as an audio. The pdf is over 90 pages, and the audio is just under an hour. 27 poems written over 18 months. We are talking an offering of weight, of presence, of full gestation.
It really is quite something to get this close to launch day and begin to see just what it is that you’ve created. I’m immensely proud of this work. And I’m really scared of it too. Completing the audio, I was reminded of just how edgy some of these poems are. They talk about madness and darkness and self-violence and sex. As well as desire, identity, embodiment, surrender, receptivity, bliss. I don’t think these poems could ever be classified as “pleasant”, but I do think they’re resonant. And, to be honest, I’d choose resonant over pleasant every time.
In an interview that I did with Foxy which will be shared next week as part of the From Revolutionary Lips, she described me as Mary Oliver but darker. Which I loved! And I know why she makes the comparison and the differentiation… and after you’ve read the poems, I think you’ll see why too.
Reviewing everything before Friday, I’m feeling called to give a warning of “mature content”. Or perhaps, the more appropriate, “Here there be dragons”. Or, to speak more directly to the poetry itself, “Watch out for the misshaped creatures, formed in the shadows with no light to inform their shape, their nature, and which live in the subterranean pool of the psyche”. But that’s a bit more of a mouthful!
And I also feel like I want to ask you to go gently. With me. With the poems. With yourself. It really does feel like a piece of myself is being offered. And truly, the vulnerability of the artist on the verge of sharing their work is of a very specific excruciating quality. But we do it anyway – we share our work with the world. Because that’s why it came through us. It came through to be shared – not so that it could sit in a folder on your desktop until, years later, one Mercury Retrograde, your computer crashes and the work is lost.
So yes, here we brush up against reality. Exhilarating. Terrifying. And yet strangely reassuring. These poems were always meant to meet the world. And it is so nearly time for that moment of meeting.
To keep you going until that moment, here’s the audio of the Foreword of From Revolutionary Lips… enjoy!