Rocksong

<p><i>‘Rocksong</i> is a shamelessly baroque ride through the all nadirs and summits of the contemporary queer. It''s a decadent book, where decadence isn''t a cipher for self-indulgence, but a fierce and fugitive resistance. As Audre Lorde writes ''We survived and survival breeds desire for more self''. Or, in the glowing neon precincts of <i>Rocksong</i>, more selves, plural. These poems flirt and confront in turns, they seduce and attack, they are tender and grotesque. They create a strangely exultant burlesque on identity, sexuality, desire and language. I love them for that.’ Fran Lock</p><p></p>