We’re almost clean out of everything. THREE COPIES LEFT [woops wow nope they’re all gone] of Amy De’Ath’s CARIBOU, SIX COPIES LEFT of Emily Critchley’s WHEN I SAY I BELIEVE WOMEN, and a mere handful of UCPOz. c a l l t h e c o r o n e r
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A cerebrally serpentine collection of love poems re-working the lyric into a silken girder that will dizzy you with echoes of itself ALL AFTERNOON: in short, YES.


Caribou whizzes its readers from the ‘Fast Eddy’ of East London to the ‘Vertigo Valley’ of West Canada. “Now I am conducive to everything” writes Amy De’Ath and she means it, through her wonderfully sassy lyric ‘I’ that negotiates the rapids and gulps at the cliff edge with never a flicker of introspective self-importance. These poems are fleet-footed and fancy-free. They love to dance but they know the depths they skip across, the brow that beetles, the heart that almost disintegrates. So they are an example to us. — John Wilkinson
Accelerates from fast break scatter into pocketa pocketa: a love careen. “This thing-ting, thinking! … this out-of-sync wonkybeat,” this poetry knows its game too well not to bash the balls off the table. Go on, De’Ath, “boom brighter than the moon.” — Cathy Wagner
* * * this BAD BOY is now SOLD OUT * * *
4 Poems, 4 Poets: Marianne Morris, Luke Roberts, Sophie Robinson, Josh Stanley.
£4 / / $7.

Four poems/poets in one cultural transmission. All poems feature identifiable subjects, thereby furnishing the reader with that distinctly cozy-by-the-fire hint of the middle-brow, whilst maintaining all the feigned legitimacy of dialogue with poetic history that one would expect from a Bad Press publication. What more do you want. CALL THE DOCTOR!
THE ORIGINAL UNCONFESSIONAL

“I’m amazed by When I Say I Believe Women. It feels so new and necessary.” (Lisa Robertson)
“There is an urgency in Emily Critchley’s poetry that puts me in way of Rich and Grahn among many other poetic foremothers, which is unique and unafraid, with a serious cutting edge, in a time of great ineptitude, which challenges to be tempered.” (Susana Gardner)

