My favourite poetry of 2018
I’m not really sure how to write about poetry. A poem either speaks to you or it doesn’t. I probably shouldn’t have set myself the task of writing about all of my favourite things when I’m so out of practice at writing about anything but here we both are, going through the motions of it all, so I may as well tell you what I liked. In no particular order, my favourites from last year were…
Liz Berry – The Republic of Motherhood
The Black Country and Birmingham accents are among the last British voices to rise to the level of, for want of a better term, acceptance. For years we have been the harmless, slightly dim friend, the comic relief, the “we want to be together”ers. Liz Berry has harnessed and displayed the beauty in them more than anyone else.
Any Key – Isn’t Forever
Incredibly readable for something that plays so much with form (which sounds like faint praise, I know, but it isn’t meant to, I loved this collection).
Sophie Collins – Who is Mary Sue?
A jack-in-the-box of ideas, all waiting to jump at you. Great stuff. I accidentally bought two copies of this by the way. If anyone wants my spare, let me know.
Wendy Cope – Anecdotal Evidence
We all love Wendy Cope. You don’t need me to tell you why.
Hera Lindsay Bird – Pamper Me to Hell & Back
The hipsters choice, obviously, but don’t let the hype distract you from the brilliance.
Kate Davis – The Girl Who Forgets How to Walk
One of those rare writers who can seamlessly pull the ordinary into the extraordinary to present the world to the reader afresh.
Ann Gray – I Wish I Had More Mothers
If you were the person who recommended this on twitter, about six? months ago, thanks. It is, as you said, very good indeed.
Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch – Ling Di Long
A dozen brilliant poems. Note to self: buy more pamphlets.
As I say, next year I’ll try to do better on the descriptions.