Verity Spott, Went to Get the Sink Unblocker
With you to my ear I couldn't expect to be a blocked person. We find our way. If, by the material consolidation of kitchen bathroom beach sky office interiors, by echo of 'speck' on uninterruptible rant, by the cool, fungal dust and crust that seeks our sanitizing desires, you find yourself barbed and aggravated, a turn of music pulling your lip toward your ear in a loud whisper, yet in loving seized up, trailing the day bubbled up from the gut, from the aisle to the transaction point to the boudoir to the aubade to the escape hatch, then read on. Open its stars to your eyelids. We move into and out of these lines so finely burnished yet so porous: you must experience it firsthand in the throat: repulsion and possession in the same pinch on the breath inhaled and offgassed. It's an intensive, prefrontal lobe picaresque. It will not appease your ethical consumption. It will make dizzy the frame of the tottering states in and around you, shivers on the memory whose ebb finds the face on the beach, the body in the message, in the room, under the stars.
In its nervous rapture of noncompliance with what is outside love, in its anabatic whorls of tempestuous thought-linkage, deviating if and when it pleases, Went to Get the Sink Unblocker is a thrill.
Verity Spott is a poet from Brighton whose publications include The North Road Songbook (Pilot Press), Hopelessness (the 87 Press) and Poems of Sappho (Face Press).
24 pages
100 copies
ISBN: 979-8-9890601-1-5
5.5” x 8” risograph-printed on French Paper by Pet Riso Studio, Philadelphia
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