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1970s London: short-life communal living, the beginnings of the alt-poetry scene, not forgetting sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. Forty years on: where have the wild metrics of those days taken us?This prose extravaganza dives into the inscrutable forking paths of memory, questions what poetry is, and concludes that the author cannot know what he is doing. Among the cast of characters are a Rock Star who has become a national treasure, a bunch of poets and writers, some now legends, and assorted other misfits and malcontents. Some names have been changed.
It is not a book of poems. It is not a long poem. It is not a novel. Nor a volume of short stories. It is not a work of philosophy. It is not an object - like a stone. Yet it drops into the well of nothingness and is never heard of again. a book with no name fuses the optimism of Beckett with the hyperrealism of Stein.
Ken Edwards' first novel, originally published in 1998, reissued with a new cover. The narrative traces the paths taken by the female protagonist, Eye, on her bicycle, across and out of an unnamed city in the wake of an event she can't remember. Her quest is to face her terror and retrieve the fragments of her life, which lie in the future that never quite arrives, until it does. Ken Edwards is a poet and writer of experimental fictions, and the publisher of Reality Street.
Contains songs that have never been and never will be sung; anti-lyric and narrative poems for which a musical equivalent has been constructed; and text written specifically for musical purposes.
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