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In lieu of flowers, bring weeds. Elizabeth Morton's poems look unflinchingly at a raw and unstable world—the crash, the aftermath, the comeback, 'the black heat at the centre of things.' The poems in Morton's second collection are charged with a visceral energy. This is poetry as incantation: an intense, larger-than-life, tactile experience. Underneath the surface of the contemporary world of Poke´mon, The Cosby Show, and hospital cubicles, the reader is drawn into a dreamscape of creeks and bogs, a fiery meadow, and the guts of the sea. A blindman circles a Minotaur; a black horse rides through the pages. As the reader finds handholds within Morton's poems, they may trace a dislocation between the voices here and the worlds into which they're thrown —a strangely askew New Zealand, a mythological America, in liminal spaces where identity and meaning become blurred and uncertain. Jammed full of want, need, despair, love, and politics, these are poems of archaeology and identity—where will we dig for our selves? By what names are we called? By whom are we known? This is darkly funny, unsettling writing that strips all the meat from the bones, 'always writing the same story.'
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This is your real name
In lieu of flowers, bring weeds. Elizabeth Morton's poems look unflinchingly at a raw and unstable world—the crash, the aftermath, the comeback, 'the black heat at the centre of things.' The poems in Morton's second collection are charged with a visceral energy. This is poetry as incantation: an intense, larger-than-life, tactile experience. Underneath the surface of the contemporary world of Poke´mon, The Cosby Show, and hospital cubicles, the reader is drawn into a dreamscape of creeks and bogs, a fiery meadow, and the guts of the sea. A blindman circles a Minotaur; a black horse rides through the pages. As the reader finds handholds within Morton's poems, they may trace a dislocation between the voices here and the worlds into which they're thrown —a strangely askew New Zealand, a mythological America, in liminal spaces where identity and meaning become blurred and uncertain. Jammed full of want, need, despair, love, and politics, these are poems of archaeology and identity—where will we dig for our selves? By what names are we called? By whom are we known? This is darkly funny, unsettling writing that strips all the meat from the bones, 'always writing the same story.'
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In lieu of flowers, bring weeds. Elizabeth Morton's poems look unflinchingly at a raw and unstable world—the crash, the aftermath, the comeback, 'the black heat at the centre of things.' The poems in Morton's second collection are charged with a visceral energy. This is poetry as incantation: an intense, larger-than-life, tactile experience. Underneath the surface of the contemporary world of Poke´mon, The Cosby Show, and hospital cubicles, the reader is drawn into a dreamscape of creeks and bogs, a fiery meadow, and the guts of the sea. A blindman circles a Minotaur; a black horse rides through the pages. As the reader finds handholds within Morton's poems, they may trace a dislocation between the voices here and the worlds into which they're thrown —a strangely askew New Zealand, a mythological America, in liminal spaces where identity and meaning become blurred and uncertain. Jammed full of want, need, despair, love, and politics, these are poems of archaeology and identity—where will we dig for our selves? By what names are we called? By whom are we known? This is darkly funny, unsettling writing that strips all the meat from the bones, 'always writing the same story.'

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781988592459
Publisher: Otago University Press
Publication date: 06/01/2020
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 72
File size: 439 KB

About the Author

Elizabeth Morton grew up in suburban Auckland. Her first poetry collection, Wolf, was published by Ma¯karo Press in 2017. She has placed, been shortlisted and highly commended for various prizes, including the 2015 Kathleen Grattan Award, and her poetry and prose have been published in New Zealand, the United Kingdom, the United States, Ireland, Australia, Canada and online. She has completed an MLitt in Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow. Elizabeth Morton grew up in suburban Auckland. Her first poetry collection, Wolf, was published by Ma¯karo Press in 2017. She has placed, been shortlisted, and highly commended for various prizes, including the 2015 Kathleen Grattan Award, and her poetry and prose have been published in New Zealand, the United Kingdom, the United States, Ireland, Australia, Canada, and online. She has completed an MLitt in Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow.

Table of Contents

Untouch 9

After 10

Inside-out 11

On hold 12

Gap 14

You can't, always 15

Aubade with hold music 16

The chair 18

Hay, we're on fire! 19

Lucid 21

I have one or two regrets & 23

Sometimes I dream America 24

Somebody else's shoes 25

Lines 26

Maze 27

Where we go 29

Stranding 30

An inventory of potions in tanka 31

Ethics for a millennial homebody 33

OK 34

Mole 36

How I hate Pokémon but I can show restraint and just talk about my adolescence 37

Peanuts 39

Counterstrike 40

The eating of sorrow 42

Husk 43

Fever 44

Away we go 45

Distance 47

Sissy as an elephant 48

23andMe 49

Postcard from your obese lover 50

Up here 51

Stones 52

Sonnet for a towerblock 54

Since 55

Mydriatic 56

Tropes 57

Rabbit 58

Export 59

Fractures 61

In the next life 63

Boomerang 64

I shed kilos reading Cioran in the mall 66

Foreign attraction 68

Taxing the ghost 69

Mama scarecrow 70

Owling 71

Notes 72

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