All Your Talk

Häftad, Engelska, 2004

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Cheryl Follon is a feisty new Scottish writer who presents a wild carnival of bawdy tale-telling, songs and boisterous monologues - all in a rowdy spirit of earthy celebration. The poems of All Your Talk - her first collection - are lucid and lusty, direct and daring, spiced with down-to-earth humour and a lively, often wicked wit. Rooted in ballad and storytelling traditions, she describes her poetry as 'like boiling an old turnip and straining off a contemporary soup'.

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Utgivningsdatum2004-04-28
Mått138 x 216 x 5 mm
Vikt112 g
FormatHäftad
SpråkEngelska
SerieBloodaxe Books Ltd
Antal sidor64
FörlagBloodaxe Books Ltd
ISBN9781852246587

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Cheryl Follon was born in Ayrshire, where she grew up. She studied Law and then English and Scottish Literature at Glasgow University before taking an MPhil in Creative Writing at Trinity College Dublin, and now teaches at a college of further education in Glasgow. She has received two writer’s bursaries from the Scottish Arts Council, and has published three collections with Bloodaxe, All Your Talk (2004), Dirty Looks (2010) and Santiago (2017). Her essay on the Mojave Desert was shortlisted for the Shiva Naipaul Memorial Prize for travel writing in 2012.

This is a feast of a book, with sensuality, earthiness and physicality served like dishes never known before, but Cheryl Follon is also bringing old traditions dramatically to life in these scrumptious poems. The loving, cursing, blessing, threatening, mocking and lusty gossiping in All Your Talk, as well as beautiful fluent streams of ancient pagan freedoms, make this a stunningly robust debut collection. All Your Talk is both wild and formal, with poems that are beautifully shaped and deeply, genuinely dramatic - grippingly so. This creates a really attractive, at times spellbinding, mix of formal restraint and surging ecstasy or abandon or wildness or Dionysiac fling. It's as though a riot observed a ritual.